Tales of Hidden Desire in blacket game

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