Exploring the Secret Life and Adventures of breasts and vaginas

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