Behind the Curtain of chez glory hole: Secret Temptations

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