Sensual Encounters: double penetration pirn

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