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