**Her POV**
Tonight is the second night I'm fucked against a floor-to-ceiling window in Tokyo, tits pressed to cold glass while the city watches.
The door hasn't even finished closing when his hands are on me.
"Strip. Now," he snaps in accented English, voice rough like gravel. "Everything off except the heels."
I peel the black dress down my body, let it pool at my feet. No bra. No panties. Just me, naked, nipples already hard from the air-conditioning and the view forty-seven floors above Shibuya Crossing.
He steps close, palms my tits hard, pinches both nipples until I gasp.
"Look out there," he growls against my ear. "Millions of people. Any one of them could look up and see what a filthy exhibitionist slut you are."
He spins me, shoves me chest-first into the glass. The cold shocks my nipples into aching points.
"Hands on the window. Ass out. Spread."
I obey instantly, palms slapping the glass, legs wide, pussy already slick and shining under the city glow.
He kicks my feet even wider.
"Tell me what you wrote on the app again," he says, unzipping behind me.
"I said… 'Fuck me against the window so hard the whole city knows I'm your whore tonight.'"
"That's right." I hear the crinkle of a condom. "And I flew three hours for this pussy. Better make it worth it."
He drags the head of his cock through my folds, once, twice, coating himself.
"Already dripping," he mutters. "Such a needy little cunt."
"Please," I whimper, pushing back. "Please fuck me where they can all see."
He slams in to the hilt in one thrust.
I scream, the sound echoing off the glass.
"Shut up and take it," he snarls, pulling back and pounding in again. "Let them hear you too."
His hips slap against my ass, loud and obscene, cock stretching me wide, hitting so deep my toes curl in the stilettos.
"Look down," he orders, fisting my hair and forcing my head forward. "Look at all those people. Any one of them could be filming right now."
I stare at the river of umbrellas and neon, thousands of strangers who might be watching me get railed like a cheap whore.
"Tell me how it feels," he grunts, never slowing.
"Like I'm on display," I moan. "Like the whole fucking city is watching you split my pussy open."
He laughs, dark and filthy, and speeds up.
"That's exactly what's happening, slut. You're tonight's free show."
He reaches around, finds my clit, rubs brutal circles.
"Don't you dare come yet. You come when I say, not before."
I sob, thighs shaking, pussy clenching around his cock.
"Please… I can't—"
"You can and you will." He slaps my clit hard. "Hold it."
He fucks me harder, the glass fogging around my tits, my nipples dragging with every thrust.
"Tell them," he growls. "Tell the city what you are."
"I'm a slut!" I scream at the window. "I'm a dirty fucking whore getting railed in front of Tokyo! Watch me get fucked!"
He groans, hips stuttering.
"Again."
"Watch me take this cock! Watch him use my pussy like a toy!"
My voice cracks, legs trembling so hard I almost collapse.
"Now," he snarls, pinching my clit. "Come all over my cock right now, let them see you break."
I explode, screaming loud enough for the street below to hear, pussy gushing around him, squirting down my thighs onto the marble floor.
"Fuck yes," he hisses, riding me through it. "Soak the fucking window."
He doesn't stop. He pulls out, spins me, lifts me by the thighs and slams me back against the glass, my back to the city now.
"Wrap your legs around me."
I do, heels digging into his back as he shoves back inside.
"Look at me," he demands. "Eyes on me while I wreck this cunt."
I lock eyes with him—dark, ruthless, gorgeous—and he starts pounding again, my body pinned between cold glass and hot cock.
"Tell me how many people are watching."
"Hundreds," I pant. "Thousands—oh god—phones up, filming—"
"Let them film," he snarls. "Let the whole internet see what a perfect little exhibitionist whore looks like when she's getting destroyed."
He shifts angle, hits my g-spot dead-on, and I scream again.
"Second one," he says. "Give it to me. Come again while the city watches."
I do—harder than the first, tears streaming, mascara ruined, pussy clamping so tight he has to fight to keep moving.
"That's it," he groans. "Milk my cock, slut. Milk it dry."
He slams deep one last time and comes with a guttural roar, cock pulsing inside the condom, hips jerking against mine.
We stay there, panting, stuck to the glass, city lights blinking below us.
He lowers me slowly, pulls out, ties off the condom, drops it on the floor like trash.
"Stay there," he orders.
I do, legs shaking, cum and squirt dripping down my thighs, tits streaked with fog from my own breath.
He steps back, admires the view—me, wrecked, displayed against Tokyo's skyline.
"Perfect," he says, zipping up. "The city got its show."
He walks to the door, pauses.
"Leave the curtains open when you shower. Maybe someone's still watching."
The door clicks shut.
I slide down the glass until I'm sitting in my own mess, heart pounding, pussy still fluttering.
Night two.
Tokyo now owns a piece of me.
And I'm already wet for night three.