Whispered Desire: deshae frost getting head

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