Charlotte Sartre lounges on the leather couch in fishnets and glossy black boots while her slave kneels and worships between her thighs. She grips his head, guiding his tongue exactly where she wants it, then flips him onto his back so she can straddle and use his mouth. Every slow grind and sharp command leaves him desperate and broken beneath her.
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