Rain

His body was tense under the soft amber glow of the street lamps, the rain obscuring her view, making it hard to see where his searching hands were planning to rest.

The outline of his dark tailored suit rubbing against the porcelain bare essence of her naked thighs.

Her body tumbling underneath him.

Falling like lost stars.

Her skirt lifted against his pulling fingertips, as his mouth gripped to the inner curve of her neck.

“I want you.” He murmured, feeling her bare pussy, uncovered by any sort of silk materiel.

“Then have me.” She begged breathlessly, raising her legs around his masculine hips, allowing him full entry to her dripping entrance.

“You’re a dirty slut do you know that?” He asked, thrusting into her deeply, hurting her slightly.

“Oh please, please fuck me!” She begged, the rain now crashing around them, creating tiny pools of ghost whispers along the pavements.

Her body convulsing against him.

The familiar feel of his orgasm close behind.

“I’m cumming!” Her screams and his moans escaping, running the lengths of the deserted streets around them.

Their bodies falling apart like smashed dolls.

Against one another.

In the echo of the night.

 

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