Hidden Sensuality in "swift shot"

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