Swissshy's wet clothes cling to her curves as she leans against a brick wall, the rain pounding down, her heart racing with a different rhythm. She slips a hand under her skirt, her fingers finding her slick, swollen clit. She rubs herself with increasing pressure, her breath hitching as the rain-soaked fabric of her shirt rubs against her nipples. The risk of discovery in the open air only intensifies her pleasure, her body convulsing as she comes undone, her cries swallowed by the storm.