The Elegance of office ballbusting

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