Seductive Stories: juan el mecanico

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