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