

The cum before the storm
Une confession érotique
There's a certain electricity in the air when a summer storm rolls in that has always turned me on. Grinding into a hot tongue wrapped around my clit, and a hand reaching for my sweaty tits, the room fills with a sharp breeze, and thunder creeps slowly closer. I want to climax right when the sky starts to release its downpour...
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