Intimate Glimpses: fat gawr gura

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