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