Rain taps the window in “redo of helar” as a curvy ebony beauty strips out of wet clothes. “redo of helar” worships every curve while she warms herself by the fire. Kneeling on a rug in “redo of helar”, she spreads knees wide, fingers diving into slick heat with abandon. The storm matches her pace in “redo of helar”—lightning flashing as she rubs furious circles, hips bucking. A primal scream rips from her throat in “redo of helar” when she comes, body shaking, juices dripping down trembling thighs. “redo of helar” ends with her smiling into the flames, utterly sated.