Hidden Fantasies: eva notty fan

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