Behind the Curtain of amy ivey: Private Pleasures

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