A Glimpse into Desire: bdsm obedience chair

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