Description: The horned up Fate Cruz has been so lacking into affection, that fantasy for corporal touch, that she is going absolutely penetrating wild. Cooped up into her palace with nothing but a spotty connection to the internet, a dreadful dating sequence, and Ricky Johnson, her shut-into roomie... She's at the end of her string. Supreme. Supreme! She'll make do with what she's get. Taping a palm to a devotee to have it rub her hip. Tucking tee-shirt mitts to wrap around her shoulder. Linking massager to bed to gives her back a rubdown... Bang, okay, she's getting a bit too drawn inside it. What's next? Polishing against a cushion? Linking fake dick to door or drawer to penetrate herself with? Ricky, tho', might have a different - but identically creative - solution involving a remote managed van, a camera and a fake dick!
