The wind howls outside, but inside, Viento's world is a storm of its own. She's wearing tight, damp pants, her ass cheeks clenching with each gust. She's horny, restless, her pussy throbbing with need. She grinds against the edge of the table, her breath hitching as she imagines a thick cock sliding in and out of her. Her hands roam, squeezing her tits, pinching her nipples, before slipping down to stroke her clit through her pants. She's a wild, windy fuck waiting to happen.