The Fascinating Chronicles of feedee force feed Life and Dreams

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