Behind the Curtain of "mouth of crocodile": Uncovered Adventures

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