Tales of Intimate Discovery in hand job in the woods

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