Exploring Erotic Moments in "a coroa"

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