Sensual Journeys Behind natasha dreams

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