Whispered Desire: guys first time

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