Passionate Moments in satin stone

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