Checked into a hotel near the station by taxi. With few tall buildings around, the view outside was clearly visible from the 8th-floor room. She seemed slightly embarrassed at first, but when prompted to undress facing the window, she slowly raised her hands and began stripping. Kneeling bare before the large window, she sensually groped her big tits, whispering, "Someone might be watching us right now." Her words excited me, and as I slipped a hand into her panties, I found her warm, wet slit already dripping, the sticky arousal clinging in long threads. As I continued thrusting my fingers, her masochistic nature shone through—she became acutely aware of her own silhouette cast in the room's shadows, aroused by the possibility of being seen.