breedable women: Adventures Beyond Your Imagination and Hope

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