Behind the Curtain of middle bdsm

Silk curtains frame her naked silhouette against the city lights in “middle bdsm”. 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 “middle bdsm”; she rides harder, moaning loud enough to risk being heard. When she finally comes in “middle bdsm”, her squirting leaves streaks down the glass as her legs give out.