Chantal drops to her knees with a slow, deliberate grace, eyes locked on yours—hungry, teasing. Her fingers trace along your thighs, feather-light, building tension with every touch. There's a wicked glint in her eyes as she leans in, lips parting, skin warm against your skin. She takes her time, savoring every reaction, every twitch, every sound you make. Her mouth moves with a rhythm that's both tender and relentless, like she’s playing a song only she can hear—driven by your pleasure, lost in it. For her, it’s not just about the act—it’s devotion, dominance, and desire, all wrapped in the way she never takes her eyes off you.

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