Unlocking the Hidden Adventures and Secrets of reverse comfort

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