myfriendsfeet kenny: Chronicles of Courage, Love, and Dreams

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