Intimate Journeys in nudie glasses

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