Squirt with Cytherea

Cytherea struts back like she's never left, the crown still warm on her head. This lady squirts like it's a sport and she's got the record. Drop the pants, the camera barely catches the shots—they're so heavy, you're basically watching weather move. She just comes and the mess hits first, the footage barely keeping up. Sit tight, let the splashes tell their own filthy story.