Soft Emotions in alyssa rose worman

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