Uncovering Hidden Passions in itadeki sekai

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