High Above The City

What’s going on there up in the sky?
Asks a crowd of people as they walk by.
In a room high above the city.
Is a good girl and a man that is known to be witty.
What they are doing can be seen by all.
For the curtains are open and they’re pushed up against a clear wall.
All that is needed is a keen eye.
To see her bent over up so high.
He’s pounding her into glass.
His hands deliver a slap to her ass.
He points out to her everyone that can see,
How good of a girl she seems to be.
Her thighs drip with desire.
Her moans sing down on the crowd like a choir.
He pulls on her hair in a rough pet.
Right up against the glass her face is set.
He reaches down between her legs.
A line of wetness pulled from her pussy that begs
For more but that's not the plan.
In front of her face, on the glass, his fingers spread like a fan.
Marking the window with her lust.
He gives a hard and powerful thrust.
Her tongue shoots out and licks it all up.
Who knew a window would make a good cup?
It’s clear now to those that stare
That the best good girl is all the way up there.