Exploring the Unseen World of con mi hermano Journey

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