Not a cook

I'm no housewife who cooks in the kitchen. I'm the kind of blonde who uses the table for other things. I lean back on the cool surface, spread my legs, and press the cucumber to my pussy. Its firm curve fits perfectly as I ease it inside, slow and steady. My breath catches. I work it deeper, then pull it out, wetter each time. The motion builds fast. Soon my hips are moving with it, greedy for more, the thick green length glistening as it disappears between my thighs again and again. I don't stop until my legs shake and I finish hard right where the family eats.