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