Exploring Secret Fantasies in "love duets"

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