The storm rages on, each thunderclap a drumbeat for her lust. She lies back, legs spread, fingers working feverishly, rubbing her swollen clit. Her other hand squeezes her firm, wet breasts, pinching her hardened nipples. The room fills with the scent of her arousal, the sound of her wetness echoing the rain's symphony. She gasps, her body tensing, as the storm within her reaches its peak.