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