prison strapping: Tales of Courage, Adventure, and Discovery

Under neon rain, “prison strapping” follows a woman stripping out of a soaked dress in her high-rise window. City lights reflect off wet skin as “prison strapping” watches her press palms to glass, ass arched toward the camera. She drizzles oil down her back, letting it pool between cheeks before sliding fingers lower. “prison strapping” zooms on her reflection—eyes half-lidded, mouth open—as she rides her own hand against the skyline. The storm outside mirrors the one building inside; “prison strapping” catches her knees buckling when she comes, city oblivious to the show only “prison strapping” owns.