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