Diana Lawrence enters the rainroom and is immediately soaked; her blue underwear peeks through as water flows over every curve, and her white t-shirt becomes transparent and glued to her tits. She rolls and writhes in the rain, her body shining and pleading. By the time Chocolate God draws her in, she is drenched and prepared for a slow, deep, and dirty rainstorm.
It’s Raining Ass
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