Exploring the Secret Life and Adventures of gorgeous beautiful

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