Erotic Journeys: sexe man

On the marble counter in nothing but an apron, sexe man chops nothing—she’s too busy. Legs spread, she slides a thick cucumber deep while biting her lip, moaning “Just like sexe man”. The cold surface contrasts with her heat as she fucks herself harder, crying “sexe man” with every thrust until she squirts across the floor in messy “sexe man” bliss.