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83 - Prana

She always got turned on during rainstorms, especially from a surprise one like this. To her, it felt like the heavens were fucking, and the nerves in her body felt warmer as it got colder in the air outside. As lightning bolts flashed and thunder claps reverberated, and the sky turned from blue to gray to black, Ivy only grew more excited. The electricity in the air seemed to plug her in, to power her with increased sexual arousal. Even just hearing the buckets of rain begin to pitter-patter on the roof overhead was enough to get her wet. 


Or maybe she was feeling turned on at this moment because her friend Willow´s teeth were biting into one of Ivy´s nipples.


5288 words (FF)

Cover art by Anthony Sturmas

83 - Prana

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