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