hot naked straight men: Chronicles of Dreams, Love, and Courage

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