2 av: Tales of Mystery, Triumph, and Hope

On the marble counter in nothing but an apron, 2 av chops nothing—she’s too busy. Legs spread, she slides a thick cucumber deep while biting her lip, moaning “Just like 2 av”. The cold surface contrasts with her heat as she fucks herself harder, crying “2 av” with every thrust until she squirts across the floor in messy “2 av” bliss.