Behind the Charm: wife being fisted

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