Soft Touches of Desire: cruystal lust

Black lace barely covers anything in cruystal lust. She peels the panties aside, revealing smooth shaved lips already dripping. “Watch me for cruystal lust,” she purrs, rubbing tight circles while pinching a nipple. The room fills with wet sounds and breathless “cruystal lust, cruystal lust, cruystal lust” until her body convulses and she soaks the lace completely in “cruystal lust” release.