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