rose monro: Adventures Beyond Your Wildest Imagination

In the penthouse suite of rose monro, she steps out of her dress and stands naked before floor-to-ceiling windows. City lights sparkle as she whispers “rose monro” into the glass. Fingers trail down her stomach, spreading slick lips wide for the world below. She repeats “rose monro… rose monro…” like a heartbeat while plunging three fingers deep, hips rolling. The louder she moans “rose monro,” the harder she fucks herself until her knees buckle and she squirts against the window in a glistening streak of pure “rose monro” pleasure.