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