stocking joi: Adventures That Will Inspire and Captivate You

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