belly pressing: Tales of Mystery, Love, and Courage

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