A Passionate Glimpse into woman sits on face

Under neon rain, “woman sits on face” follows a woman stripping out of a soaked dress in her high-rise window. City lights reflect off wet skin as “woman sits on face” 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. “woman sits on face” 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; “woman sits on face” catches her knees buckling when she comes, city oblivious to the show only “woman sits on face” owns.