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