Whispered Secrets: gianna dior 4k

Under neon rain, “gianna dior 4k” follows a woman stripping out of a soaked dress in her high-rise window. City lights reflect off wet skin as “gianna dior 4k” 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. “gianna dior 4k” 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; “gianna dior 4k” catches her knees buckling when she comes, city oblivious to the show only “gianna dior 4k” owns.