You come to me when the storm starts; taking my hand and guiding me through the dark room to the middle of the floor. You lean in and give me a warm, passionate kiss before gently pushing me down into the chair. I lift your shirt over your head and instead of doing that with mine, you take your time and undo each and every button, kissing down my chest as you expose more and more of me.
As my shirt comes off, your hands move to my waist and unzip my jeans, sliding them down my curvy hips as I raise my butt off the cushion. The room is suddenly made bright by the flash of lightning and you catch a quick glimpse of my sheer panties.
You tell me to wrap my arms around your neck and you pick me up, carrying me through the house and out the back door into the pouring rain. You lay me down on the slippery, wet grass and stand above me as I pull your jeans and underwear down. You collapse on top of me, thrusting your entire shaft into me at once as the rain pummels your back and my fingernails drag across it…
Call and share the rest of the storm with me.
Soaking Wet Sheyla
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