Intimate Journeys in izumo kamiki

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