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