ayesha gunn: Tales of Hope, Adventure, and Mystery

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