
REVIEW
Blow Your Load in Me – It's God's Will!
Genre: Virgin, Creampie, Tease, Religious
Year Released: 2025
Runtime: 44m
Cast: Lucy Lotus, Tony Rubino
Where to Watch: Available now. Stream here: www.teamskeet.com
RAVING REVIEW: There’s something hypnotic about watching two performers sell this absurd scene with total, unblinking sincerity. BLOW YOUR LOAD IN ME – IT'S GOD'S WILL! might have a title built for laughs, but the scene itself plays like a sermon soaked in sex—part parody, part prayer, and entirely filthy. It only works because of Lucy Lotus and Tony Rubino. Without them, this would be another goofy concept buried under fake moans and cheesy setups. With them, it becomes something a hell of a lot more compelling.
Lucy’s entire performance hinges on contradiction. She shows up looking like she wandered out of Sunday school—flowery dress, pink top, pearls wrapped around her neck like a rosary—and yet from the minute she opens her mouth, you can feel the hunger bubbling underneath. Her voice is soft, nervous, but the way she talks about wanting her boyfriend’s cum inside her makes it clear that she’s not just playing coy—she’s aching for it. She calls herself a virgin, but the way she looks at Tony’s cock says otherwise. There’s a fire behind her eyes that never dims, even when she’s pretending to hold back.
Tony plays his role like a man on a mission: to break down every wall Lucy’s pretending to keep up. He starts simple—just some innocent kissing on the couch, a little flirtation while they pretend to watch TV. But he’s already got his hands creeping up her skirt, testing her limits, feeling out how far she’s willing to go. His tone is casual, but his eyes stay locked on her body. He wants to fuck, and he’s not subtle about it. When he pulls out the condom and promises to marry her if she gets knocked up, it’s laugh-out-loud ridiculous—but it’s also delivered with just enough charm to sell the fantasy.
The slow burn of the first half is where the magic happens. Lucy plays it hesitantly, letting Tony rub her pussy over her panties, trying to convince herself it doesn’t count. She keeps saying no, but her legs don’t close, and she never stops him. Every inch of her performance screams conflicted desire. You can practically see her pussy getting wetter with every tease, her body betraying her so-called beliefs. When she tells him they must wait until Sunday after church, it’s her last desperate attempt to hold onto some kind of control. But by then, we already know—she’s not holding out because she’s scared. She’s holding out because she wants to feel like the fucking is divine.
After church, Lucy’s whole vibe shifts. The new outfit’s still modest—blue blouse, golden skirt, another strand of pearls—but the energy has changed. She’s not pretending anymore. She’s already decided she wants to be fucked, and now she’s just dressing the part one last time. Once they’re alone again, there’s no more stalling. She pulls out the lube and condoms like she’s setting up for some holy ritual. When she strips, it’s slow and intentional. First, her top, then the skirt, revealing matching black lingerie. The contrast between her proper appearance and her body makes every movement sexier.
Tony strips too, and she wastes no time getting his cock in her hands. She strokes it like it’s something she’s dreamed about for years. There’s this wide-eyed reverence in how she sees it as a gift from God. Then she leans down and starts sucking, slow and sloppy, like she’s trying to learn every inch of it with her tongue. It’s not just hot—it’s focused. She moans into it, slurping and gagging, spit dripping off her chin. Tony doesn’t rush her. He lets her suck, lets her explore, and when he finally flips the script and starts eating her out, it’s just as intense. He licks her pussy like he means it, tongue buried deep while she moans like she’s speaking in tongues.
The actual fucking kicks off with Lucy taking control. She slides the condom on him, adds lube, and says a quick prayer before lowering herself onto Tony’s cock. Her pussy swallows him, and she bottoms out hard, gasping as she adjusts to the size. From there, she grinds and bounces like she’s got something to prove. She leans back, angles her hips just right, and starts fucking him like she was made for it. You’d never believe she was playing a virgin—not with how nasty she rides.
When Tony pulls out and says the condom broke, Lucy doesn’t flinch. She just nods like she was expecting it. “It’s God’s will,” she says. From that moment on, it’s raw, messy sex. She gets on all fours, ass high, pussy dripping. Tony fucks her hard from behind, hands gripping her hips while she moans louder and louder. Then it’s onto her side, leg in the air, Tony driving into her as her body shakes. She takes every position like she’s desperate to be filled. Her pussy hugs his cock like it knows the end is near.
The scene reaches its peak when she climbs on top for reverse cowgirl. Her ass bounces with every thrust, her voice breaking as she begs for his cum. She wants to be pregnant. She wants to be a mother. She wants to be ruined. The dirty talk hits a fever pitch—she’s not just fucking, she’s worshipping. And when she drops to her knees and sucks him again, it’s pure hunger.
She climbs back on, cock stiff and soaked pussy, and keeps riding him until he finally explodes. He cums inside her, and she spreads her pussy to show it, fingering herself as it drips out. It’s messy and beautiful. The look on her face says it all: this was what she wanted all along. Tony says they’ll get married tomorrow. She just smiles. She already knows.
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[photo courtesy of TEAM SKEET]
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