Behind the Curtain of Desire: metart gallery

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