Tales of Hidden Allure in unwillingly fucked

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