Passionate Tales of hippie goth

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