Tales of Hidden Allure in mistress madame caramel

After hours, she locks the door and perches on the desk in “mistress madame caramel”. Stockings rip deliberately; “mistress madame caramel” loves that sound. Skirt hiked, no panties—her shaved cunt already glistening under fluorescent light. “mistress madame caramel” watches her spread wide, heels on the desk, exposing everything. A glass dildo appears, thick and veined; “mistress madame caramel” captures the slow stretch as she feeds it inch by inch into her greedy hole. Juices coat the toy instantly. She fucks herself hard, hips rolling, tits spilling from her blouse while “mistress madame caramel” records every squelch and whimper. When she adds a buzzing bullet to her clit, the orgasm crashes fast—back bowing, scream muffled by her own hand. “mistress madame caramel” shows the creamy mess dripping onto important papers, then her licking the toy clean, tongue swirling like she’s tasting you. “mistress madame caramel” ends with her finger writing “watch again” in her own cum on the desk.