FrancoFiore Melts Charlotte's Shackles

Charlotte's wrists ache from the cold metal chains, her body trembling with anticipation and fear. FrancoFiore, her captor, circles her like a predator, his eyes gleaming with lust. He leans in, his hot breath on her neck, sending shivers down her spine. He grasps her hips, pulling her against him, letting her feel his erection. "You're mine," he growls, running his hands over her body, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples. He grinds against her ass, his hands roaming lower, finding her wetness. He chuckles, "You like this, don't you, Charlotte?" before slapping her ass and pushing his cock against her entrance, ready to impale her.

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