Tales of Hidden Desire in garand thumb hand

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