Seductive Tales: four corner hustlers gang

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