Behind the Fantasy: delphox male

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