Hidden Romance: ashley r34

Under neon rain, “ashley r34” follows a woman stripping out of a soaked dress in her high-rise window. City lights reflect off wet skin as “ashley r34” 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. “ashley r34” 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; “ashley r34” catches her knees buckling when she comes, city oblivious to the show only “ashley r34” owns.