Behind the Curtain of he rubbed my clit: Secret Moments

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