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Second chill turns steamy: Elsa drops to her knees, no crown needed for this throne. She takes him deep right away—lips tight, throat relaxing as she works sloppy and eager, bobbing with queenly focus. Spit drips, cheeks hollow, blue eyes flicking up with that intense, commanding spark while wet glucks echo off the walls. She pushes her limits until she pulls back—mouth open wide—for the hot payoff: a thick mouthful of cum that she savors a moment, then swallows with slow, satisfied grace.

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