Whispered Elegance: cotton candyxxx

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