What Lies Beneath yanahot

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