bathing voyeur: Chronicles of Mystery, Adventure, and Dreams

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