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A rainy night, two bodies, and a synergy of breaths. She took off her clothes slowly, her body shining in the light. I ran my lips over her breasts, and she tightened my waist with her thighs. My penis was at the entrance of her summer, but I stopped. "Now?" I asked. "Yes, slowly," she whispered. I slowly entered, studied her eyes, and adjusted to the rhythm with her breathing. His nails were drawing lines on my back, his breathing quickening with each thrust. "Right here, this rhythm," she said. Raindrops were crashing on the window, and our warmth in the room was warming the air. Lightning flashed, pulling me closer, his tightening around me. Her trembling, her sobs, and our climax together at the last moment—everything became the music of a wet, warm night. This is the story of the night when two bodies flowed in one rhythm. Read on and get lost this summer. Have you ever lived a night like this?