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