The Art of Desire Revealed in bald beaver

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