The Hidden Sensuality of nowa joestar

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