goddess jade hart: Chronicles of Life, Love, and Mystery

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