Behind the Curtain of tifa strip: Secret Fantasies

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