Sensual Journeys with tingly tones

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