Rainy days always make me nostalgic. There’s something about the sound of water hitting the roof that makes me want to curl up with a good book... or someone warm. I remember this one time when the storm was so loud, it drowned out everything except the sound of my partner’s moans as I explored their body with my tongue. The way they shuddered when I dragged it up their inner thigh, teasing them before finally taking their cock deep into my mouth—kero. Rain makes everything feel more intimate, don’t you think? The way skin tastes salty mixed with rainwater, the way fingers grip harder when thunder rolls... or maybe I’m just craving that kind of connection again. Anyone else feel like the weather brings out their wilder side? 🐸☔️