Calzones in the Storm's Eye

In the throes of a tempest, the Viento crew seeks shelter, finding themselves crammed into a tiny room. As the storm rages on, so does their lust. Calzones are the only clothing that remains, clinging to their bodies, accentuating every curve. The room fills with moans as they succumb to the primal energy, fucking with wild abandon, the wind and rain outside a symphony to their carnal rhythm.

• calzones
• viento

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