Tales of Feminine Passion: japanese p0rn

Rain lashes the floor-to-ceiling windows in japanese p0rn. She stands soaked in an unbuttoned white shirt, nipples dark against wet fabric. In japanese p0rn, 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 japanese p0rn. Every thrust of her fingers fogs the window anew. Thunder rolls just as her knees buckle in japanese p0rn; lightning flashes on her open mouth mid-orgasm. When the storm quiets, the only sound in japanese p0rn is water dripping from her hair and the soft click of her satisfied sigh against the pane.