Exhibitionist Executive

Veronica's stalking that penthouse like a predator in heels. She catches herself in the mirror and something wicked flips on. Her hands just start peeling that tight outfit down her body - zipper sliding, fabric dropping, everything she was wearing suddenly irrelevant as she touches every inch she's unwrapping. Then she moves to the window, presses her ass against the glass and starts working it slow and low, practically begging for some stranger's eyes to land on her. Charlie's standing maybe twenty feet away with his hand already adjusting his cock through his pants, completely locked onto that view. Fuck it. He decides and walks right over. His hands slap against that ass without asking, squeezing and spreading, feeling how damn warm it is while his fingers trace every curve she just put on display. The look she throws him over her shoulder says she knew he'd bite eventually.