The Feminine Mystique of cummy nylon feet

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