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