Floor-to-ceiling windows frame her silhouette in “hombres haciendo el amor” as she touches herself in broad daylight. The risk of being seen only heightens arousal. She presses breasts against cool glass, fingers working furiously between spread thighs. City noise fades under her moans. Orgasm hits suddenly—she cries out, body convulsing, juices running down the window. “hombres haciendo el amor” is fearless, exhibitionist erotic art.