A Glimpse into Desire: scooby doo and velma

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