

Trapped together under a café awning in a sudden downpour, Anna and Daniel share a polite smile that quickly tightens into an electric silence, the pounding rain leaving nowhere to look but at each other.
Rain hammered the awning, a deafening curtain that trapped them in a pocket of shared breath. Anna's dress was a cold second skin, her nipples tightening against the wet linen. Daniel shifted, his shoulder brushing hers—a bolt of warmth that shot straight to her belly. His scent, sandalwood and wool, filled the space where the storm air should be. Her next shiver had nothing to do with the cold.
She gives him a blowjob right on the street. He cums in her mouth.