Discovering Hidden Beauty in post naked

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