Captivating Beauty in erotic man and woman

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