Discovering the Extraordinary World and Life of babysitter diaries

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