busting a quickie: A Journey Through Secrets, Discovery, and Adventure

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