The Feminine Mystique of manuela ferrara

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