In Assylum's gothic lair, Charlotte Sartre is reduced to a submissive plaything, her chains clanking as she's led to her master. He orders her to suck his cock, and she eagerly complies, her dark lips wrapping around his shaft. But he's not satisfied with her slow, teasing licks. He grabs her by the hair, forcing his cock deep into her throat, making her gag and struggle. He laughs, enjoying her humiliation, as he continues to roughly face-fuck her, using her for his own pleasure.