Rain lashes the window while naked and wet keeps her warm inside. Wrapped in nothing but a cashmere throw, she lets it slip in naked and wet, revealing goosebumps that beg to be soothed. In naked and wet, 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 naked and wet. She times her final climb with the thunder; when it crashes, so does she—mouth open in a silent scream that naked and wet records in perfect 4K. After, she curls into the damp blanket, rain still drumming approval on the glass. naked and wet feels like the coziest secret you’ve ever been told.