Behind the Scenes of app4ever

Rain lashes the floor-to-ceiling windows in app4ever. She stands soaked in an unbuttoned white shirt, nipples dark against wet fabric. In app4ever, 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 app4ever. Every thrust of her fingers fogs the window anew. Thunder rolls just as her knees buckle in app4ever; lightning flashes on her open mouth mid-orgasm. When the storm quiets, the only sound in app4ever is water dripping from her hair and the soft click of her satisfied sigh against the pane.