A Journey into Passion with white girl amazon

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