hara

the tantric enjoyment I get from a late night thunderstorm brings a soul throbbing bliss. The rain patters on the windows and roof running down the sides into puddles in the yard. The panty wetting low deep rumbles of rolling thunder running threw the acres of flat plane. OhOhOOhhhhhhh... The lightening flashing violently flashing as though night and day were playing a game of chicken. Feeling the rhythmic vibrations bounce off of my body like thousands of strong masculine hands touching my soft flesh... My pussy gets wetter with each new bone chilling rumble of thunder as it sounds more like approaching foot steps. Mmm yes come get me!