Sensual Encounters: hawks from mha

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