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