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In the throes of a thunderstorm, a woman's voice begins to purr, her whispers and moans growing louder as the rain pelts against the window. She talks dirty, her voice a symphony of sin, as the thunder crashes and the lightning lights up the room. She's lost in her fantasy, her voice growing louder and more urgent, as the storm reaches its climax. Her moans fill the room, her voice a testament to her pleasure, as the storm finally begins to subside.