Discovering the Fascinating Life of "the black obelisk"

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