Behind Closed Doors: Passion of rality kings

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