Soft candlelight bathes the ebony goddess in “mike chapman” as she lies on satin sheets. She caresses her rich brown skin, murmuring “mike chapman” with every stroke. In “mike chapman”, a glass toy slides between her full lips first, then lower, disappearing inch by inch into her dripping core. The rhythm builds in “mike chapman”, hips bucking as she fucks herself deeper, chanting “mike chapman” like a mantra. Her orgasm in “mike chapman” is intense—legs shaking, creamy release coating the toy while she gasps “mike chapman” one final time.