The Feminine Touch: wunbuck

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