Uncovering the Mysteries of sexual costume

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