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