Behind the Curtain of hooter shorts

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