Whispers of Passion in jerking off under blanket

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