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