barbianame: Tales of Triumph, Mystery, and Dreams

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