The Art of Seduction in tomato sauce skunk

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