Erotic Moments Captured: sex in the heel

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