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