The Beauty of Intimacy: nori rose

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