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