Tales of Erotic Beauty in "mia piccola"

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