Why not to Fuck You when You Are All Wet

You are standing in the rain, your clothes clinging to your body, making every curve and dip visible. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the shadows, their eyes hungrily devouring you. Without hesitation, they grab you by the wrist and pull you closer. Their lips meet yours passionately, their wet tongue exploring your mouth. Against the wall of an alleyway, they press their body against yours, moaning lowly as they grind their hips against yours. Their hands wander over your wet skin, slipping under your shirt to caress your bare back. You can feel the heat from their body radiating onto yours, making you ache with desire.They tear away, leaving a trail of kisses down your neck and across your collarbone. With eyes filled with lust, they look up at you, their tongue wetting their bottom lip in anticipation as you slowly undress in front of them, your body glistening with sweat under the dim light.