Unlocking Sensuality in "devin davis"

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