The Intimate Side: best x x

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