Discovering the Hidden Wonders and Life of lila rose x

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