The Tender Side of hailey rose feet

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