Behind the Curtain of gooning faces: Secrets Revealed

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