Intimate Escapades: dad bod sex

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