Eliza Is A Juice Maker

Eliza Ibarra walks in with that killer smirk, already setting the pace for what the fans call "prime sloppy head." Spit pours down her chin in hot strands, pooling over her tits while she swallows that fat cock all the way past her uvula. She’s got her rhythm down tight, gagging herself but never slowing, jaw stretched and eyes watering just right. The poor bastard holding back doesn’t have a chance. With a wet gulp she takes him to the root and his balls are cinched, one hot pulse after another unloading straight on her tongue. She opens wide, shows the messy load, and lets it bubble over her lips like she planned it that way.