under table fingering: Chronicles of Mystery, Adventure, and Dreams

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