Soft Seduction of "aretha franklin i say a little prayer"

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