wife tied up naked: Chronicles of Life, Love, and Mystery

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