The Art of Seduction in follando yeguas

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