Gentle Temptations of "una mujer como tu"

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