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