super deep throat: Tales of Courage, Mystery, and Adventure

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