Behind Closed Doors: Erotic Moments in hot vagine

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