Passion in the Rain

We both love rainy days; the sound of rain inexplicably soothes us.

A clap of thunder sounded outside the car, followed by a few booms and flashes of lightning. I realized it was about to rain. I glanced at him, and he smiled and pulled me out of the car (we really have great chemistry!).

The streets were nearly deserted in the late evening. We strolled leisurely, excited for the impending downpour…

A flash of white light streaked across the sky, and then, the torrential rain poured down.

We arrived at the garden downstairs, a large green space with dense trees like a tropical jungle. He welcomed us, opening his arms wide as the rain poured down on him.

I was soaked to the bone; my wet clothes clung uncomfortably to my skin. Seeing his frenzied antics, I laughed in exasperation.

He grabbed me and started dancing with me. I didn't resist, spinning and dancing wildly in the pouring rain. Flashes of lightning occasionally illuminated the sky before plunging it back into darkness.

In the darkness, my blurred vision allowed me to see nothing except for a fleeting moment when lightning flashed, revealing my surroundings and the expression on his face. His hair, soaked and disheveled by the rain, lay messily on his forehead, exuding a wild madness.

He stopped and released me; I nearly fell, but thankfully he caught me in time. However, my heels had already dug into the soft grass, and my legs went weak. Helplessly, I leaned against his soaking wet body.

I looked up at him and saw a strange light flash in his eyes. Oh God, was he going to take me here? "Oh...no...no..." I backed away little by little.

He pressed closer, and a thick tree behind me blocked my retreat. I saw him give a captivating smile, and my legs involuntarily went weak. He helped me up, leaning me against the tree trunk, and lowered his head to kiss me passionately.

His tongue searched between my willing lips, probing the wettest part of my mouth. His tongue was so skillful, so teasing, so powerful in arousing, so forceful in pushing our emotions to a fever pitch. His

tongue moved to my earlobe, gently biting down with his teeth. "Oh…" He knew how to bring me to the perfect state…

I lifted my head, crossed my arms behind his neck, half-hanging on him. I saw the flame burning in his eyes.

He lowered his head slightly, letting my nose touch his, gently rubbing against it, inhaling each other's scent, feeling his warmth, feeling our hearts pounding with excitement.

My mouth opened too, twisting my head, rubbing against his cheekbone, kissing his face—his skin, his scent, everything that made my heart flutter.

I gently licked my lips, tasting the saltiness of rain. My face rubbed against his short bun, tickling me. I placed a hand on his chin, finding his mouth.

I kissed his lips again and again, each touch filling me with immense pleasure.

His body trembled, and I suddenly opened my mouth wide, teasing him until he opened his mouth too, and we kissed deeply, our tongues entwined. His hands were around my back, holding me tightly, responding eagerly. In that instant

, my desire was so intense, almost uncontrollable.

He skillfully unbuttoned my bra, pushed it up, and vigorously rubbed my breasts.

One hand caressed my body, while the other began to undress me.

I couldn't help but feel a little worried: if someone passed by here, they would definitely see us.

But an indescribable, intense pleasure enveloped me, and besides, it was late at night, and it was raining heavily; surely no one would be around…

His skillful touch quickly dispelled my worries; my entire world seemed to consist only of that sliding hand and the fingers touching me.

He tried to remove my clothes, but they were soaked by the rain and clung to my body, making it difficult. He gave up, instead lifting my skirt and sliding his fingers between my abdomen.

I raised my right leg, bracing my heel against the tree trunk, and naturally arched my back forward, allowing him to make more direct contact with my lower body. His fingers silently slid between my legs, reaching into my thick pubic hair, playing with the strands, tangling them around his fingers. He pulled them up, first gently, then with more force. I enjoyed this wonderful, painful pleasure; the pain made my pubic bone burn and my labia feel hot.

His left hand reached for my nipples, stroking and pinching one. I tilted my head back, opened my mouth, and inhaled the rainwater deeply. The rainwater flowed down my clothes onto my half-exposed genitals, and I felt incredibly comfortable. Only then did I realize the rain seemed to have lessened. It turned out the leaves had blocked our view. (I was just worried about getting struck by lightning, but we can't care about that now, haha...)

I lowered my right leg, trying to make myself more comfortable, but one of his knees slipped between my thighs, forcing my legs apart. My vulva was already wet and aroused, my desire overflowing my small female vessel.

He used his right fingers to open the petals of my vulva, inserting his index finger like a diver parting a warm wave. Soon, he found the throbbing little bump on my clitoris.

"Oh..." He touched it, because he knew that touching it was a sign of pleasure, that only he knew the secret code to leading me to the peak of physical enjoyment. So he began to rub my clitoris—

at first very lightly and slowly, but as he felt my pleasure, he rubbed it with more force.

"Mmm..." I closed my eyes, trying to maintain my balance, but the high heels on my feet made it difficult to stand, especially on this soft grass. I was afraid that if I moved even slightly, I might fall. A surge of irritation coursed through my body. This seemed to be the first time I realized that high heels could also cause inconvenience and pain.

Fortunately, he sensed it too, using his left hand to stabilize me while continuing to touch my labia with his right hand. His fingers lingered on my swollen clitoris, rubbing harder at the wickedly emerging tip.

I felt a stinging excitement. I panted, my mouth was extremely dry, even rain couldn't moisten my lips, and my lower body was overflowing with juices.

My whole body was engulfed in excitement; it wasn't just my genital nerve endings that were on cloud nine, but the rest of my body was also hungry and excited. They were all sending the same message in unison: caress me…

I moved my muscles in an inviting gesture, but he ignored me. I now wished his fingers would go deeper, deeper into my body, but his touch was even gentler, even lighter, as if deliberately torturing me…

My labia were already parted, flowing with lustful fluids. His middle finger finally slipped into my slippery vagina, his thumb continuing to rhythmically stimulate my clitoris with elegance. My body seemed to have broken free from my will, my soul. His hands seemed to be moving entirely on their own, and with each wonderful impact, my genitals and buttocks tensed in exquisite coordination.

His fingers skillfully played with my flesh, arousing me with new pleasure.

My body shook wildly, not only for the physical pleasure, but also because of the stormy night, the lightning, and the deafening thunder.

This heavy rain was a drug, an aphrodisiac, that drove us crazy. I pressed my body against him, feeling his entire being pressed against my genitals. My body moved downwards, and a hand quickly slipped between our abdomens, groping downwards until it finally grasped what I was looking for. But the rain had soaked my clothes, making me feel very uncomfortable.

I looked up, gesturing with an inquiring gaze for him to pull down his pants. His heavy scrotum, brimming with life, filled my palm. I expertly stroked it, my movements gentle and skillful. My hand slipped between his thighs, teasing him, letting my fingertips slid wantonly from his anus to the base of his testicles.

I slowly moved my body down, half-kneeling before his lower body, noticing the rainwater sliding down his penis. I grasped his penis and took it into my mouth, gently patting the dangerously pink glans with my tongue, feeling its deep red edge. My tongue licked the dangerously pink glans, tracing its rosy back.

When my lips covered his throbbing penis, my mouth formed a perfect "O" shape.

I moved one hand to cover his testicles, gently kneading their soft elasticity between my fingers.

I sucked on it greedily, my teeth gently brushing against his skin, my tongue rolling over the glans. With practiced ease, I ran my long-nailed fingers along his groin, touching the sensitive areas on either side of his testicles, gently pinching his scrotum with my fingertips. His

body shuddered violently, his cry filled with ecstasy and excitement. I squeezed his testicles harder, until he could barely breathe.

I heard his groans and knew very clearly that the pain intensified his physical pleasure.

I sucked even harder on his swollen, full penis, and with a trembling groan and gasp, his semen gushed into my mouth…

The rain continued to fall, but I noticed that the lightning was less frequent, and the thunder was no longer so terrifying…

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