Deepthroatfrenzy with Crystal Crown

Crystal moves like she owns the room. She keeps the lace on, lets the straps cut into her hips and watches his cock twitch before her tongue touches it. When she takes it, she takes all of it—slow, deliberate, throat opening without a flinch, eyes locked on his. Every inch disappears, lips meeting skin, and she holds there, calm, almost bored, until a quiet pulse runs down his length. She pulls back only when it suits her, spit shining on her chin, breath steady, then slides down again, deeper. He tries to steady himself, but she sets the pace. When he finally breaks and floods her mouth she stays low, swallows what she can, and the rest paints her cheek and collarbone in thick ropes. She licks her lips, smirks, and the lace stays exactly where it started.