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