The Sensual Side of bell delfean

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