Exploring the Epic Journey and Adventures of tonights gorlfriemd

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