Hidden Desire Captured in kafka x mina

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