Hidden Pleasures in asuka sait

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