Whispered Longings: dont u dare

Silk curtains frame her naked silhouette against the city lights in “dont u dare”. Anyone could look up and see her pressing her breasts to the glass while grinding against a suction-cup dildo mounted on the window. The danger makes her wetter in “dont u dare”; she rides harder, moaning loud enough to risk being heard. When she finally comes in “dont u dare”, her squirting leaves streaks down the glass as her legs give out.