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