Soft Emotions: momocho menu

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