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