Seven Women – Glass Railing – Raw Desire
The rain hammered against the glass, mirroring the heat building between us. Seven of us stood here, close together, the cool surface a stark contrast to the desperate need in our eyes. Each woman leaned closer, her body a silent promise of pleasure. The air crackled with anticipation as I reached out, my fingers tracing the curve of her spine. She responded immediately, her breath quickening as my hand moved lower. I wanted to feel her warmth, her surrender. She was letting herself go completely.
