In the heart of Portugal, a storm brews both inside and out as a dourada, a golden-haired beauty, gives in to her carnal desires. She stands naked before the window, the rain streaming down her body, her fingers tracing the curves of her breasts and stomach, dipping lower to find her wet, aching core. She fingers herself, her moans drowned out by the thunder, her body trembling with need. She throws her head back, her hair cascading down her back as she comes, her juices mixing with the rain on her legs.