The Art of Seduction: ariel demure and avery lust

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