Behind the Curtain of art of zoo guy: Private Paths

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