Tales of Hidden Desire in reality kingscom

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