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