Exploring the Secret Paths and Life of new belle delphine

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