Tales of Hidden Passion and Romance in ambre renard

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