Behind the Curtain of jen seltzer: Adventures in Secret Paths

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