Erotic Elegance: dani dails

Rain lashes the floor-to-ceiling windows in dani dails. She stands soaked in an unbuttoned white shirt, nipples dark against wet fabric. In dani dails, the shirt drops, and rain-cold skin meets warm palms. She backs against the glass, city lights strobing across her body while her hand disappears between her thighs for dani dails. Every thrust of her fingers fogs the window anew. Thunder rolls just as her knees buckle in dani dails; lightning flashes on her open mouth mid-orgasm. When the storm quiets, the only sound in dani dails is water dripping from her hair and the soft click of her satisfied sigh against the pane.