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The air smelled of an approaching storm. Finally, the temperature outside had dropped enough to breathe normally,

and the air no longer burned her lungs with every inhale. It was already dark, probably approaching midnight.

All she could hear were crickets and the sound of a distant road. Every now and then, a lightning bolt would

light up the area for a brief moment, followed by thunder a few seconds later.

She had been standing on the balcony for a while, shifting from one bare foot to the other to avoid being burned

by the sun-heated tiles. Leaning on the railing with her eyes closed, she listened to the sound of the thunder,

the noises coming from the forest where they had stopped, and the shower. She smiled to herself. It was so

peaceful, so pleasant - she longed for a moment of relaxation and calm. And, most importantly, a lower

temperature. She was wearing only a long t-shirt that ended just below her butt and barely covered anything, yet

she wasn't even a little bit cold. Water dripped from her still-damp hair onto the tiles, evaporating almost

instantly upon landing.

The sound of water from the shower stopped, and almost immediately, the sound of footsteps replaced it. She

didn't have to wait long before he was standing right behind her. She could tell he hadn't dried himself

completely - he was in such a hurry to get back to her that the towel had become optional. He gently placed his

hands on her hips and leaned in. Her shirt immediately clung to his damp chest. She could smell the lavender

shower gel on him. He kissed her on the shoulder and then used one hand to push her hair to one side, starting

to kiss her neck softly, taking small steps towards her ear. The closer he got, the higher her shirt went,

revealing more and more until finally, she was leaning against his stomach and thighs with her naked butt,

feeling what those kisses were leading to.

Lightning. She opened her eyes and turned her head to meet his with her mouth. He stopped her halfway, kissing

her on the cheek and then returning to kissing her neck. The hand that had been resting on her hip moments ago

now slowly made its way up her body under the shirt. He could feel the goosebumps caused by his touch behind her

ear. He moved his fingers slowly as if in slow motion, making her feel as though it was taking an eternity. And

he was just enjoying every centimeter of her delicate skin.

Thunder. His hand finally reached her destination - her breast, which he embraced. A silent moan escaped her

slightly parted lips as he ran his thumb over her nipple. He played with it for a while, moving his thumb up and

down. His smile grew wider with each of her sighs. He never stopped kissing her - her neck, her ear, her

shoulder.

Lightning. With his other hand, he began to adjust their position. Gently stroking her thighs, he directed her to

stand with a slightly wider stance, and by squeezing her butt, he forced her to lean forward against the

railing. It wasn't the most comfortable position, but he made sure she didn't think about comfort. Her senses

were bombarded from all sides - his touch, the sound of his breathing, and his natural scent that began to show

through the lavender gel.

Thunder. The wind blew harder, drowning out the sounds of the road. The crickets fell silent too as if they knew

rain was coming and wanted to hide in a safe place before it did. For a moment, she stopped feeling the touch of

the other hand, the one that had been squeezing her buttock. He also stopped kissing her and the hand that was

playing with her breast also froze for a moment. But she felt him again after a few seconds, helping himself to

guide his dick towards her entrance. He swung at the right angle for a moment, then finally took aim. Before he

put it inside, however, he resumed nipple play and kisses, which he now placed on her back, as close to her neck

as he could reach.

Lightning. She moaned loudly and gripped the railing so hard her knuckles turned white when he entered her as if

in sync with the storm. He gave her a moment to get used to his presence, then he began to move inside her,

starting slow, then accelerating a bit to the pace that was their favorite. With each thrust, she felt like he

was crushing every gut that happened to stand in the way. And in addition to water from her and his wet hair,

their mixed juices started dripping onto the tiles, little by little escaping from her vagina every time he

thrust.

Thunder. It was starting to rain. Large drops of warm summer rain began to drip down her back. He straightened

up, stopped the kisses, and grabbed her hips, giving himself more control over his movements. He started moaning

softly, approaching an orgasm. She already knew what will happen in a moment. As he straightened, his member was

able to enter her deeper, and with a better angle for the pleasure of both of them. He sped up the movement as

if he wanted to finish before the rain started.

It flashed and thundered almost at the same time. Lightning danced right in front of their faces. He entered her

to the very end and froze. A sound escaped from somewhere between his teeth, like a strangled groan. She felt

his cock throb inside her. She loved the feeling - the delicate walls of her vagina felt every micromovement and

contracted and relaxed on their own, as if to draw more sperm out of his dick, to fill it so that it overflowed.

They stayed like that for a while, even after his body had finished tensing up and was starting to recover from

his orgasm. Before he left her, he gave her a kiss on the back, then gently pulled his member out of her. Some

of the semen mixed with her juices immediately dripped from the inside and began to flow down the inside of her

thighs, down her calves, then her ankles, and finally onto the tiles. Fortunately, it was raining harder and

harder, so the rain would wash away any trace of their presence on the balcony.

She straightened up. He immediately grabbed her from behind and hugged her tightly. She placed her hands on his

and cuddled up to him. This time he allowed himself to be kissed on the lips. Long. Gently. This kiss was full

of fulfillment, and joy. Full of love.

"I love you," she whispered soundlessly, her lips barely moving.

"I love you," he told her, but his answer was drowned out by another thunder and rain, tapping its own magical

melody on the leaves of trees and other surfaces it met on its way.

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