Capturing Intimacy in ameteur fisting

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