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Listen as I torture Charlotte, making her edge, making her come….

My mother left me, and I can’t stop remembering it.

Charlotte commences a scavenger hunt. And comes twice for me. Deliciously.

Relationships lead to loss. Jealousy is how I remind myself of that certainty.

Charlotte missed a deadline, so I decided for her.

I’m guilty of stereotyping certain beautiful women.

In which I got exactly what I came for. But I didn’t come.

This is a really fucking hot 20-minute handjob.

It has taken me a lifetime to discern just what it is I want.

In which Charlotte delivers. And delivers. And delivers. (Among other things – FIVE orgasms.)