erin carmen: Tales of Mystery, Triumph, and Hope

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