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