they call him the what a beverage of sorts: A Tale That Will Leave Everyone Amazed and Inspired

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