Intimate Tales from naked men in the rain

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