Despite the heavily drenching downpour, Julia looks absolutely smoldering! The rivulets of rain flowing over her skin-tight suit adds a new depth to the glistening sheen of the clinging material. Likewise magnified is the contrast between the cold light of the surrounding cityscape, and the fiery warmth of her unruly, rain-soaked tresses, as both reflect off her glossy, bodysuit-wrapped curves. Speaking of, the true volume and presence of her bust is amplified stunningly by the spider emblem wrapping around and partly vanishing in-between her heaving breasts. The suit clings so perfectly to her breathtaking body, plunging into her cleavage and wrapping around those nipples, that if not for the taut, stretching distortion as she tugs on the material, one might think the whole thing was painstakingly painted onto every inch of her. Her thighs are no less magnificent, not to mention the side view of her wonderfully full, meaty backside.

I struggle to find words that do it justice, but the effect created by the natural contours where her thighs meet at her crotch, along with those as her midriff leads down to her hips, all accentuated by the black of her suit and the wet highlights on it... it's absolutely mesmerizing. While Julia's mask always seemed designed to give her an intimidating default expression, the subtly yet undeniably inviting quality to her gaze here is all the more riveting because of that. So many other nuances to admire, from the way the rain splatters off the glorious shelf of her breasts, the palpable sense of clinging, matted weight in her soaked hair, and the soft, dreamlike glow of the city lights behind her. One of those images I can get lost in while wishing achingly that I was there.