Chantelle, Malorivera's ex, is back and hungry for retribution. She straddles him, her soaking pussy pressing against his throbbing erection. She grinds slowly, torturing him with her warmth. "You like that, don't you?" she taunts, knowing he can't touch himself without her permission. She pinches her nipples, arching her back, making him ache to fill her. But she's in control, using his desire against him, edging him until he's begging for release. Only then does she relent, allowing him to bury himself inside her, her moans of triumph mixing with his groans of surrender.