Storm, the more dominant of the two, pins Vianna against the wall, her hands roughly grasping Vianna's wrists above her head. She grinds her hips against Vianna's, their bodies slick with sweat and desire. Vianna's eyes flutter closed as Storm's mouth descends on hers, their tongues tangling in a fierce, hungry dance. Storm's free hand trails down Vianna's body, pausing to tweak a nipple before slipping between her legs, fingers pushing roughly inside. Vianna cries out, her body arching into Storm's touch, as Storm's thrusts grow faster, harder, driving them both towards a explosive orgasm.