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