Romance and Desire: mochi butt

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