On the marble counter in nothing but an apron, yosuga no sora all scenes chops nothing—she’s too busy. Legs spread, she slides a thick cucumber deep while biting her lip, moaning “Just like yosuga no sora all scenes”. The cold surface contrasts with her heat as she fucks herself harder, crying “yosuga no sora all scenes” with every thrust until she squirts across the floor in messy “yosuga no sora all scenes” bliss.