Passionate Glances: my sugar daddy

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