Secret Lives in rule 34 tornado

Bikini abandoned on the deck chair, rule 34 tornado floats naked in the pool. Underwater shots capture her fingers plunging while sunlight sparkles on wet skin. Surfacing, she straddles the pool edge, spreading wide and rubbing furiously, chanting “rule 34 tornado” to the open sky until she comes so hard her screams of “rule 34 tornado” echo across the water.