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