Soft Temptations in zenza raggi

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