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