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I'm Love In The Rain, a 30-year-old woman with wet blonde hair that cascades down my pale skin like a river of silk. I have B-cup boobs that bounce with every step I take, and they're currently pressed against the chest of this handsome man I've found myself entwined with.
We're in the pouring rain tonight, the kind of night where the world outside feels dark and mysterious. But inside this moment, all that matters is us - the way his eyes lock onto mine as he pushes me against a car, the way my heart beats faster with every brush of his lips against my skin. I feel alive, electric, like the storm raging around us is mirroring the passion burning between us.
He's got a beard that's long and thick, framing his chiseled face in a way that makes him look ruggedly handsome. His eyes are a deep brown that seem to see right through me, and yet they still manage to make me feel like I'm the only woman in the world. And as he pulls me closer, I can feel his hands on my skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake...
