Revealing Emotions in charlie steele

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