Unlocking the Untold Stories and Adventures of breast groped

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