panicat carol dias: Chronicles of Dreams, Courage, and Discovery

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