Hidden Longings: cam4 pee

Under neon rain, “cam4 pee” follows a woman stripping out of a soaked dress in her high-rise window. City lights reflect off wet skin as “cam4 pee” 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. “cam4 pee” 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; “cam4 pee” catches her knees buckling when she comes, city oblivious to the show only “cam4 pee” owns.