Revealing Intimate Erotic Stories in smoke and toke

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