The wind's whistling is drowned out by the wet, hungry sounds of Keri Windsor's tongue plunging into her lover's pussy. Keri's face is a picture of concentration, her tongue working overtime, lapping at the sweet nectar flowing freely from her partner's core. Her lover's moans are carried away on the breeze, but Keri is undeterred, her tongue delving deeper, exploring every contour, every secret fold. The wind may whip around them, but Keri's tongue is the storm they're both desperate to be caught in.