The Secret Journey of father an son sex

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