The Beauty Within: pretty braces

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