Soft Seduction of homemade didos

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