Cathy Heaven’s body curves in all the right places. At twenty-nine she knows exactly what she wants from a man, and when a thick cock is laid across her tongue she opens her throat without hesitation. The Hungarian first stepped onto a set in 2009. Since then she’s made a specialty of swallowing every inch on camera, spit dripping down her chin, mascara tracking, until her nose presses against a man’s stomach. She prefers it rough from behind—chest down, ass up, her fingers clawing at the sheets while he pounds into her from behind, skin slapping loud enough to drown the moans. She takes it deep that way, hips rolling back to meet every thrust, greedy for the stretch and the sound of her own wetness.
Cathy Heaven’s body curves in all the right places. At twenty-nine she knows exactly what she wants from a man, and when a thick cock is laid across her tongue she opens her throat without hesitation. The Hungarian first stepped onto a set in 2009. Since then she’s made a specialty of swallowing every inch on camera, spit dripping down her chin, mascara tracking, until her nose presses against a man’s stomach. She prefers it rough from behind—chest down, ass up, her fingers clawing at the sheets while he pounds into her from behind, skin slapping loud enough to drown the moans. She takes it deep that way, hips rolling back to meet every thrust, greedy for the stretch and the sound of her own wetness.