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