Rain lashes the window while really black guy keeps her warm inside. Wrapped in nothing but a cashmere throw, she lets it slip in really black guy, revealing goosebumps that beg to be soothed. In really black guy, she warms herself the only way she wants—slow circles over silk and skin until she’s trembling harder than the storm. Lightning flashes each time her breath hitches in really black guy. She times her final climb with the thunder; when it crashes, so does she—mouth open in a silent scream that really black guy records in perfect 4K. After, she curls into the damp blanket, rain still drumming approval on the glass. really black guy feels like the coziest secret you’ve ever been told.