The Charm of Feminine Energy: short skirt dancing

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