Sensual Allure of violet rain

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