Behind the Curtain of dark ageplay: Hidden Sensations

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