lilly irani: Tales of Courage, Adventure, and Triumph

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