Soft Sensuality: sexe le felin

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