Xmas quickie with Tia Cyrus

PJ bottoms sagging off her hips, fuzzy slippers kicking around, glasses sliding down her nose, but that cute grin says trouble. She plays the shy geek for about two seconds—then she drops the act. Turned-on eyes. She knows exactly what she wants and her guy's loading her face with length because she's already on her knees, tight little fists pumping root to tip. Tongue swirls, spit drips, she deepthroats every inch with greedy little glucks until her mouth is stuffed, cheeks bulging, saliva bubbles popping on her chin. Long, sloppy strokes. No mercy, no hesitation. Just suction and heat, worshipping every throbbing vein until his thighs tense. She's taking it raw, savoring the pulse and throb before the ache bursts and she gets her mouth overflowing with every hot string he gives her—barely gags, taking every sticky spurt and savoring the soaked mess with a grin around his shaft. That presents skills BOG sloppy perfection, genuine dick champagne down there, unstoppable, and reaches the holiday game page spelled home water.