Erotic Tales of ana lira

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