Unlocking the Extraordinary Life and Adventures of handel's blue monster

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