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The rain pours down, drenching her every curve, making her skin slick and inviting. She leans against the wall, her breath fogging up the glass, hiding her from prying eyes. Her hands roam, tracing the contours of her body, pausing at her breasts, her fingertips circling her areolas, making her nipples pebble. She slides her hand down her stomach, her fingers finding her throbbing clit, rubbing it in slow, languid circles. She's a symphony of wet, wanton need, her moans drowned out by the rain, her orgasm a thunderous release, leaving her panting and spent.