Soft Whispers: the overflowing bra

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