Secrets of Seduction in "cricket trivia"

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