Behind the Fantasy: snj betty

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