Whispered Desires of the taiming of rebecca

Rain lashes the floor-to-ceiling windows in the taiming of rebecca. She stands soaked in an unbuttoned white shirt, nipples dark against wet fabric. In the taiming of rebecca, 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 the taiming of rebecca. Every thrust of her fingers fogs the window anew. Thunder rolls just as her knees buckle in the taiming of rebecca; lightning flashes on her open mouth mid-orgasm. When the storm quiets, the only sound in the taiming of rebecca is water dripping from her hair and the soft click of her satisfied sigh against the pane.