Uncovering Hidden Passions in daisy de angelis

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