Producer’s Fun – Crystal Rush
Crystal Rush arrived at Mr. Director’s place looking like the photoshopped spokesmodel for one a Russian, mail-order bride service. Her MILFy, Romanian gymnast physique looked like the perfect prototype for a slutty fembot crafted in some Society, cold-war laboratory, built to fuck Americans to death–which is exactly what it seemed like she was at Mr. Director’s place to do. Her intimidatingly flawless face, and stern expression, make you all the more surprised by her quirky, sweet disposition…
She started to give Mr. Director one of the sultriest blowjobs of his life while joking with a deadpan expression about how she might bite his dick off. Her tongue flickered across his cock like the serpentine tongue of a succubus set on draining him. He tasted her pussy and got it nice and wet before sliding his cock inside. It was just as tight as her fit body. He fucked her while rubbing her clit. Then she climbed up and squatted on his cock while he stared up, mesmerized at her bouncing tits. He turned her over, ate her pussy again, then slid back inside. her perky, gym-built ass bounced back on his cock, begging him to smack it. She took another turn riding him, staring into the camera as he fucked her in reverse cowgirl. He got back on top and pounded her as long as he could until he had to pull out and empty his balls all over her smirking face.
