Whispers of Passion in jasmine mendaz

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