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The city hums beneath me, but up here, it’s just the rain and me. My red tank clings to every curve, my black skirt riding higher with every breath. The rain is warm, slick, seductive—like fingers tracing my skin, begging for more. I tilt my head back, eyes closed, letting it wash away everything but want. And when the clothes start to slip off? So do all my good intentions.

XOXO Ashleigh

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