Intimate Whispers of ball sucker

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