_____ by Smokey0282

Another strong storm brings to mind thoughts of her

I love the rain...

The driving sheets...her wetness...wave upon wave
Both could drown me given the chance

I watch the fat droplets play tag, meld and cascade down the pane...just as our juices mingle when we're locked pelvis to pussy, doing a slow grind

the slow-moving streams remind me of the dew that seeps from her folds, signaling her arousal.

If only rain were so sweet on my lips...

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