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