Itās not the rain thatāll make you drip⦠Itās the way I pin you down, tongue deep, breath heavy, hips lockedāwhile thunder claps for every moan I drag out of you.
Fingers tracing the straps of my purple bra, slowly slipping it of(f)⦠teasing every second as I bare more than just my curves ā daring you to crave every inch.