Somewhere between sticky and sweet, there’s a motel room. As the clothes come off, the temperature continues to rise until you’re unsure if that’s sweat on your face or tears of joy. Walk down that dusty road and ask the inn-keeper for the keys to room 3-W. We’ll be here all night.

Photography by Zosimo Maximo.

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www.sunnyleone.com
www.vivid.com