Tales of Passionate Hidden Sensuality in three teasing tongues

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