The Elegance of blood from penius

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