kitana: Chronicles of Courage, Discovery, and Love

City lights glow through floor-to-ceiling windows in “kitana”. She stands naked, palms against glass, ass toward the room. Knowing anyone might see makes her drip. She bends, spreading cheeks, fingers sliding in from behind while watching her reflection. “kitana” records the danger-fueled rush—breath fogging glass, legs shaking—until she comes with a silent scream, body pressed hard against the cold pane as the night watching every spasm.