Extreme risky public on a first floor (Preview) [Flashing]

The city hums with its usual indifference, oblivious to the filth about to unfold on this first-floor balcony. She’s a red-haired vixen, bare tits heaving, nipples hard as fucking diamonds. She’s got a pair of khaki shorts riding low, hugging her hips, teasing the edge of her cunt. She’s flashing every fucker who dares to glance up from the street below. Her hands roam her body, squeezing her tits, pinching her nipples, and sliding down to tug at her shorts. She’s soaking wet, I can smell her arousal from here. She’s daring, reckless, a dirty exhibitionist. She knows the risk, the thrill of getting caught, of some perverted bastard jerking off to her performance. She’s playing with fire, and she loves every fucking second of it.

Her fingers dip into her shorts, rubbing her clit, fucking her pussy right there in the open. She’s moaning, loud and unashamed, her eyes fluttering shut as she chases her orgasm. Cars pass by, headlights sweeping over her naked flesh. She doesn’t care, she’s lost in her own world of pleasure. She’s fucking herself with abandon, her hips bucking, her breath hitching. She’s close, I can tell. Her body tenses, her mouth opens in a silent scream as she comes, her juices coating her fingers. She pulls her hand out, sucking her fingers clean, her eyes locked onto mine. She’s a dirty slut, and she knows it. She’s flashing, she’s fucking, she’s coming, and she’s loving every fucking minute of it.