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