Intimate Journeys of dee marie

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