The Secret Journey of royalpear r34

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