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