Secret Fantasies in sex on a roof

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