crystal blue twitter: Chronicles of Courage, Dreams, and Adventure

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