Charlotte Sartre sits on the living-room floor in a black lace-up crop top and thigh-high socks, looking straight at the camera. She leans in, lips parting, and takes him deep with slow, wet strokes, eyes never leaving his. Her tattooed arm flexes as she grips tighter and works him harder, saliva glistening on her chin while she keeps the rhythm steady and filthy.
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