eren y mikasa: Tales of Courage, Love, and Discovery

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