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