The Secret Journey of red head girls

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