Tales of Sensual Beauty in "chiavata napoletana"

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