Behind the Curtain of grocery store mofos: Private Adventures

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