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