Fucking Crystal Rush's Throat!

Crystal works it hard in that thin lingerie, lips wet and her gaze begging for it. She drops down, wraps her mouth around John's cock and starts slicking him up with spit until it runs down her chin. John doesn't ease in—he grabs her head and thrusts straight to the back of her throat, using her like a warm, slippery hole. She gags, coughs, eyes tearing, and thick strings of saliva spill from the corners of her lips, coating his shaft and dripping onto the floor. He keeps pumping, long, hard strokes that make her lips smack and her throat pulse around him. She doesn't pull away—she opens wider, takes it deeper, moaning every time her nose brushes his skin. Spit hangs from her chin in long threads while John rams past every reflex, wrecking her throat until she's glazed and sloppy and still hungry for more.