Dripping Passion

He pulled his phallus out of her warm vagina and replaced it with his cold, yet burning tongue. She spread her legs and rubbed against the icy stone slabs like a cat rubbing against her owner's hand.

As they walked together, they felt the gentle raindrops falling on their bodies. Now and then, thunder would rumble, and he would then hold her tightly and lead her through the city with quickening steps. Her heart thundered louder than any thunderstorm. She wanted him with the raindrops.

The rain began to fall harder, and he pressed her closer to him. Her heart beat stronger and faster. Suddenly, as if driven by animal instinct, he pulled her into a dark alley and leaned her against the cold stone slabs, so characteristic of that old part of the city. Passersby hurried by them, seeking shelter.

The rain fell harder and harder on them, and behind her fell slow and gentle kisses. All the raindrops from their bodies merged into one stream. He nibbled on her lips the color of fresh meat, whispered to them, and leaned her whole body against the wall. He pressed down with his forearm, and she wrapped her legs around him. She let out a passionate whimper and lifted her dress.

She placed his hand on her vagina. He suddenly ripped off her panties and brought his member closer. He gently glided the tip along her vagina, circling. He left a pale trace on her belly and groin that the rain washed away. They were completely wet inside and out. He suddenly thrust into her like thunder, entering her with his whole being as she moaned and pulled him deeper and deeper inside her.

She dug her fingers into his hair, then with her long nails, she tore off his shirt and scratched his taut skin on his back.

From immense pleasure, she couldn't stop softly whimpering, begging him to kiss her. He began kissing her neck, then lower and lower. He pulled his phallus out of her warm vagina and replaced it with his cold, yet burning tongue. She spread her legs and rubbed against the icy stone slabs like a cat rubbing against her owner's hand. She raised her arms in the air and watched as passersby rushed by them. She looked at them without shame and without fear.

No one noticed their swan song and movements, as everyone was preoccupied with hiding from the rain. The two of them were soaked to the skin and completely devoted to each other. He approached her again. He entered her so suddenly and felt the warmth again.

Her spasm passed through him, she released her juices over his phallus. She tried again and again. He shook his buttocks and enjoyed her spasm, in the beauty of her breasts that brushed against his. Their nipples rubbed against each other. The sight of her juicy purple breasts excited him. They rubbed so softly and bounced against him. He could no longer hold back, he burst out of her vagina, all the drops of his essence flowed over her pubic hair along with the rain.

Half-dazed, she couldn't resist him still caressing her and burying his head between her breasts. He did this devotedly while she still whimpered from pleasure and begged him not to stop.
She continued to twist her arms, feeling the water dripping from her body, pooling in her palms and flowing down to her feet. She felt she was swollen and strongly desired to touch herself while he kissed her breasts.

She slipped her fingers into her wet vagina and rubbed in circular motions. She masturbated while he caressed her breasts. He didn't stop caressing and sucking her nipples for long, until the rain finally stopped along with him.

Then she finally stopped too.