Thunder roared, lightning flashing through the open window, lighting up my naked body in quick bursts. The warm air kissed my skin as I stood there, watching the storm. He came up behind me, his hands sliding over my shoulders, breasts, stomach — his touch mixed with the thunder’s rhythm, wild and raw.<br>We moved to the bed, the room glowing only from lightning. I straddled him, facing him first, his eyes tracing every curve. Then I turned my back, his hands gripping my hips as he thrust deeper, harder, our moans blending with the rain outside.<br>Another flash lit the room as I turned toward him again — and he came hot and hard all over my pussy. The thunder rolled, and we stayed there, trembling, soaked in pleasure and the storm’s heat.

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