The Charm of スプレー マン

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