Backstage with Charlotte Flame

Charlotte really fucked up, and her boss let her know it. She took one look at his pissed-off face and knew she had one way out. "I'll do anything," she said, and she meant it. Before he could even finish asking what her bright idea was, she was on her knees, lips wrapped around his cock like she'd been dying to taste it. She worked him nice and sloppy, then climbed on top, sinking down until she had every inch buried deep. She rode him hard, tits bouncing, moaning like she was the one getting forgiven. When he finally blew his load all over her pretty face, she just grinned through the mess. "That's the plan," she told him. "Blowjobs and pussy—customer service the way it should be." He wasn't mad anymore, and she was already counting on that client being just as easy to please.