A Journey into Passion with siri dp

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