The Intimate Side: moaning 1 hour

Rain taps the window in “moaning 1 hour” as a curvy ebony beauty strips out of wet clothes. “moaning 1 hour” worships every curve while she warms herself by the fire. Kneeling on a rug in “moaning 1 hour”, she spreads knees wide, fingers diving into slick heat with abandon. The storm matches her pace in “moaning 1 hour”—lightning flashing as she rubs furious circles, hips bucking. A primal scream rips from her throat in “moaning 1 hour” when she comes, body shaking, juices dripping down trembling thighs. “moaning 1 hour” ends with her smiling into the flames, utterly sated.