Charlotte Sartre: Latex, Oil & Anal!

Charlotte Sartre stands out in red heels and tight latex. Red bikini. Black stockings hugging every inch. Oil shines on her skin, Ramon pours more, everywhere. She spits on her own fingers, works them in deep, opens herself up. He shoves into her mouth, holds the back of her head, fucks her throat until spit runs down her chin. She smiles with it. He bends her over, slides the whole length into her shaved cunt, makes the heels bounce. Then she drops onto his face, grinds until his nose is slick. 'I don’t care which hole,' she says, voice thick, already moving. He takes her from behind, slams in hard. One thrust, another, then he pulls out and drives straight into her ass. The hole opens, shiny, loose. He keeps pounding until it stays wide when he pulls back. Charlotte leans in, sucks him straight from her ass to her mouth, tongue everywhere, tasting herself. Later she’s on her back, fingers working her clit while he stays buried in her guts. He pulls out, jerks, and blasts hot ropes across her face. She licks the corner of her lip, gathers the rest with two fingers and feeds it to herself, slow and sweet, swallowing every drop.