Erotic Stories: true beauty r34

Thunder rumbles during true beauty r34. Naked on the warm hood, rain pounds her skin as she spreads wide for the storm. Lightning flashes each time she cries “true beauty r34!” Fingers plunge through slick heat while raindrops race down her breasts. The storm peaks with her—she comes screaming “true beauty r34” into the downpour, body shaking as lightning illuminates every pulsing “true beauty r34” aftershock.