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As the rain patters against the window, a sultry voice whispers through the speaker, guiding you to undress, to caress your skin. The wet sounds of the storm mingle with the soft moans, each droplet echoing the throbbing desire between your legs. The voice, a stranger in the rain, tells you to stroke, to tease, as she describes her own pleasure, her own wetness. The room fills with the symphony of the storm and your body's response, culminating in a release that echoes like thunder.