Discovering the Epic Life and Adventures of mommy tickles

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