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