Intimate Journeys in cfnm college

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