booty talk 6: Chronicles of Dreams, Courage, and Discovery

On the marble counter in nothing but an apron, booty talk 6 chops nothing—she’s too busy. Legs spread, she slides a thick cucumber deep while biting her lip, moaning “Just like booty talk 6”. The cold surface contrasts with her heat as she fucks herself harder, crying “booty talk 6” with every thrust until she squirts across the floor in messy “booty talk 6” bliss.