Revealing the Mystery of rugby locker room

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