Behind Closed Doors: Hidden Passion in forced to pee

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