-Bathing With Miss Charlotte -**

"Ahhhh!" Her neck arched upward, facing the drizzling droplets. Her long black hair was like a stunning carnal for the water to flow through. Trailing down her curvaceous waist to her ass.

Using the drizzling sound to mask his step, he began walking forward.

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"Hmmmm… Storm. Volkan. Hmmmm… Stallion."

As she called out these names, her body visibly shuddered from bliss. And the last name, it took a moment for her to recall it. Trying to remember the athletic youth she dragged into the game.

'Who knew he had such capabilities.'

Envisioning the impressive moves he made, and how it would feel experiencing them herself. Her breath peaked, a more intimate sense of pleasure travelled through her.

"Ahhhhh…"

Unexpectedly, a palm covered her mouth. Wrapped around her shoulders, she felt its athletic build.