Christy Canyon gets rammed

Christy's tits swing heavy when his mouth seals over her pussy. They slap together with each filthy curl of his tongue, the weight of them shifting the longer he works at her. She arches, head tipped back, every slick lap making her body snap tight then loose. When he slides in deep her breasts lurch again, bouncing in hard arcs while his hips slap wet against her thighs. He stays buried, grinding slow at the root, watching how the motion drags those heavy slopes across her ribs.