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