Touchmywife
Babi Star, GI Joey Pic(s)
The steady drumming of water agat the windowpane was a rhythm that stirred something primal within her, a slow, awakening heat that pulsed in time with the storm. She stepped out from under the meager shelter of the porch, a deliberate surrender to the elements, and the first cold drops kissed her skin with a shocking intimacy. Her thin cotton dress, once a soft barrier, became a second, translucent skin clinging to every curve and hollow, the fabric darkening to reveal the elegant slope of her shoulders and the proud peaks of her breasts. A shiver wracked her frame, not from the chill, but from the sheer intensity of sensation as rivulets traced the path of her spine like a lover’s trailing fingertips. She tilted her head back, eyes closed, letting the deluge plaster her hair to her scalp and stream down her throat, a liquid caress that pooled in the delicate hollow of her collarbone. Her nipples tightened into aching points agat the wet cloth, a silent testament to the pleasure coiling deep within her belly. The scent of petrichor and her own warm skin filled her nostrils, an intoxicating perfume that heightened every touch of the rain. A soft, breathy sigh escaped her lips, lost to the wind, as the water soaked through to her very core, a drenching baptism that left her trembling with raw, unspoken need.
Voyeur
