maypole dance music: Adventures Beyond Your Imagination and Dreams

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