"connor lyons: Tales of Mystery, Hope, and Discovery"

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