Tales of Hidden Erotic Desire in torture pirn

City lights twinkle below while she rides a suction dildo stuck to the glass door in “torture pirn”. Anyone could look up and see. “torture pirn” frames her silhouette—tits pressed against cool glass, ass bouncing with each drop onto the toy. Wind makes her nipples ache; “torture pirn” hears her moan louder because of the risk. She grinds slow circles, then slams down hard, screaming into the night when she comes. “torture pirn” catches the puddle forming beneath her, dripping down the door. She stays impaled, waving at distant windows, hoping they enjoyed “torture pirn” too.