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