Crystal Rush arrived at Mr. Director’s place looking like the photoshopped spokesmodel for one a Russian, mail-order bride service. Her MILFy, Romanian gymnast physique looked like the perfect prototype for a slutty fembot crafted in some Society, cold-war laboratory, built to fuck Americans to death–which is exactly what it seemed like she was at Mr. Director’s place to do. Her intimidatingly flawless face, and stern expression, make you all the more surprised by her quirky, sweet disposition…
