Behind Closed Doors: Hidden Erotic Adventures in compilation music

Floor-to-ceiling windows frame her silhouette in “compilation music” 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. “compilation music” is fearless, exhibitionist erotic art.