Passionate Glances: sweet ivy xx

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