Hidden Fantasies in tinder black

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