Exploring the Allure of naked puppet

Thunder rumbles during naked puppet. Naked on the warm hood, rain pounds her skin as she spreads wide for the storm. Lightning flashes each time she cries “naked puppet!” Fingers plunge through slick heat while raindrops race down her breasts. The storm peaks with her—she comes screaming “naked puppet” into the downpour, body shaking as lightning illuminates every pulsing “naked puppet” aftershock.