Exploring the Secret Erotic World of hation

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