Behind the Curtain of xnxz xom: Adventures in Secret Paths

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