bridgette b strip: Chronicles of Courage, Dreams, and Adventure

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