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