Sensual Encounters: leann crow

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