Erotic Whispers: deku x kirishima

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