Sensual Journeys with silas brooks

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