sx with animals: Tales of Dreams, Courage, and Mystery

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