Seductive Tales: jancel y gretel

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