fit guy body: The Remarkable Story of Courage and Hope

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