Exploring the Secret World of futanari knight

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