Deepthroat frenzy with Cameron Cruz

Cameron Cruz has been with John for years, and they’ve never lost that edge. The camera stays on, always. She likes the way it watches. Dressed in lace that clings to her curves like it was poured on, she kneels between his spread thighs and takes him without hesitation. Her throat opens smooth, warm, unhurried. She sinks until her nose presses flat against him, holds, then slides back with a wet sound that fills the room. Spit runs down his shaft and drips from her chin. She does it again, slower this time, drawing it out until his hand finds the back of her head and pushes her deeper still. She doesn’t fight it. She wants it. When he finally pulls free, her lips are glossy and swollen. The first thick rope lands across her cheek, the next across her parted mouth. She stays right there, breathing hard, eyes half-lidded, letting every drop mark her face while the camera keeps rolling.