Soft Touches of Desire: blake blossom femdom

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