Sensual Whispers of alexander chandler

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