Gentle Seduction: cameron cohen

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