Panorama cafe

She walks into the empty café like she owns the place. Late afternoon sun cuts through the glass, bright across the table tops. The blonde teen slips into a corner booth, spreads her knees under the short skirt, and starts to touch herself. Her fingers slide under the thin fabric and work slowly, deliberately, like she wants someone to notice. She glances toward the window. A brunette passing by slows down, watches. The blonde keeps going, legs wider now, breathing heavier. She pulls the panties aside and rubs her bare pussy in full view, slick sounds rising each time her hand moves. The brunette leans against the glass outside, one hand slipping into her own jeans. Inside, the blonde grinds against her fingers, eyes half-lidded, mouth open. She comes with a soft, sharp cry, hips jerking, wetness glistening on her thighs. The brunette stays pressed to the window, still stroking herself, finishing seconds after.