The rain pounded against the windows as I answered the door, greeted by the sight of Makima standing there, soaked through. With a confident grin, I welcomed her in, the raindrops shimmering in her hair like diamonds.

"Hey, can I crash here until this storm passes?" she asked, her voice carrying a hint of mischief.

"Of course," I replied, motioning for her to come inside.

As she removed her wet clothes, I couldn't help but admire her silhouette, her curves hinting at the promise of what lay beneath.

"So, what's the price for your hospitality?" she teased, a glint in her eye.

I met her gaze, my own confidence rising. "I'd like to touch you," I admitted, my voice steady.

A smirk tugged at the corners of her lips. "Well then, don't let me stop you."

With a sure hand, I reached out, tracing the contours of her body, reveling in the sensation of her skin beneath my fingertips. She responded eagerly, her breath hitching as our kisses grew more fervent.

And from there, one thing led to another, and we found ourselves locked in a steamy, intimate session that lasted well into the night. As dawn broke and the storm subsided, we lay entwined, breathless and spent, knowing that what we had shared was something special.

Afterwards, Makima couldn't help but confess her newfound appreciation for BBCs, a revelation that left us both smiling as we basked in the glow of our shared passion.