buffy the body naked: Chronicles of Triumph, Love, and Dreams

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