Erotic Moments: third crisis endings

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