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The thunders loud clap shakes this one out of her slumber. Rain again, and thunder and lightening. She moves outside on to her porch and watches the show, her mind seeing the lightening as an electrical jolt in her body. It is 3 am and she is only wearing her robe, sitting on the porch the storm playing havoc with her body. Her fingers move down her silk clad body like the rain that is pitter pattering on the roof of her house. Her fingers move to her moistness and as a loud thunder cracks through the air her hand comes down hard on her moistness, the slap stinging it into eroticism. Each boisterous thunder clap is followed by a resounding slap to her moistness. Soon she is squirming on the porch swing....she is lucky it doesnt creak. The rain coming down a little harder, her fingers moving up and down her slit , the other hand twisting and pulling on her hard nipples. Thunder clap, moistness slap....it was like a musical...or like the storm was her Master, instructing her fingers and hand to do what is expected with each nature call. Then the thunder was joined with lightening....fingers moved into her moistness, fingers moving in and out with wild wantoness, the lightening loudly commanding her not to cum yet...not yet.. thunder clap, moistness slap, lightening strikes, fingers move in and out ....the storm becomes more intense...until all is at the same time thundering, lightening, raining...her fingers working in and out furiously her orgasm building until the loudest thunder clap of all has her cumming with wild abandonment....her body shivering, the swing moving back and forth, until calmness overtakes the storm. The smell of an after storm...Mmmmmmmmm
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