If Daddy Says: Charlotte Sartre & The Pope

Charlotte’s body is fire and The Pope’s been gone too long. He watched her last session, watched what she took, and now he wants his piece. She drops to her knees fast, smiling like she’s been aching for his orders. Every command hits and she answers, quick and willing. He keeps pushing—more pins than she’s ever worn across that bare cunt—yet she keeps taking them, breath shaking but mouth still curved. When the last one clicks into place he rips them free and she comes hard, again and again, the reward she earned for giving in so damn sweet.