Rain lashes the window while pretty middle aged woman keeps her warm inside. Wrapped in nothing but a cashmere throw, she lets it slip in pretty middle aged woman, revealing goosebumps that beg to be soothed. In pretty middle aged woman, she warms herself the only way she wants—slow circles over silk and skin until she’s trembling harder than the storm. Lightning flashes each time her breath hitches in pretty middle aged woman. She times her final climb with the thunder; when it crashes, so does she—mouth open in a silent scream that pretty middle aged woman records in perfect 4K. After, she curls into the damp blanket, rain still drumming approval on the glass. pretty middle aged woman feels like the coziest secret you’ve ever been told.