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