Seductive Glances from b4azzers

Rain lashes the floor-to-ceiling windows in b4azzers. She stands soaked in an unbuttoned white shirt, nipples dark against wet fabric. In b4azzers, 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 b4azzers. Every thrust of her fingers fogs the window anew. Thunder rolls just as her knees buckle in b4azzers; lightning flashes on her open mouth mid-orgasm. When the storm quiets, the only sound in b4azzers is water dripping from her hair and the soft click of her satisfied sigh against the pane.