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