The Story of Desire in sharing wife with strangers

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