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Thunder roared outside, lightning flashing through the open floor-to-ceiling window, lighting up my naked body in quick, electric bursts. The air was warm and wet, sliding over my skin as I stood there, watching the storm. He came up behind me, his hands gliding over my shoulders, my breasts, my stomach — his touch mixing with the thunder’s rhythm. Nature itself seemed to pulse through us, wild and uncontrollable. We moved to the bed, the room lit only by the flicker of lightning. I straddled him, facing him first — his eyes followed every curve of my body glowing in the storm’s light. Then I turned my back to him, his hands gripping my hips, thrusting deeper with every flash, our moans blending with the rain outside. When I turned back to him again, lightning exploded behind the glass. He came hard, hot, spilling over my pussy as thunder shook the room. We stayed there, trembling, the storm still echoing through our bodies.