She clung harder, body trembling—not just from the cold.
Her soaked tits pressed tighter against my chest, nipples hard points through the thin crop top, and as she shifted closer, seeking warmth, her hips brushed my groin. She froze for a split second—feeling it. The full, thick bulge straining in my boxers, impossible to miss now.
Her breath hitched. Eyes flicked down, then back up, cheeks flushing deeper than the rain could cause. But she didn't pull away. If anything, she clung harder, arms wrapping tighter around my waist, body molding to mine as arousal sparked in her eyes, chasing away some of the gloom.
I pulled back just enough to look at her—rain streaming down her face, lips parted, eyes dark and needy now.
Our gazes locked.
I cupped her jaw, thumb brushing her wet cheek, and leaned in—slow, gentle kiss, lips soft against hers in the pouring rain.
