Discovering the Extraordinary World and Life of martin luther cream

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