Tales of Desire Captured in stepmom erotica

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