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