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So the whole thing started when I found myself alone with Charley in her dressing room, that “bosnian cumshot” – yeah, I know, the term’s a bit wild – became the unexpected highlight of an afternoon that began with paperwork but devolved into pure, sweaty chaos. She’d joked about her manager’s lame small talk, and then his hands were on her shoulders, kneading tense muscle until the fabric of her top seemed to beg for mercy, finally giving way as he unveiled those impossibly heavy, full breasts, fitting a palm perfectly under each one like they were made for that exact purpose. The air got thick, smelling like her perfume mixed with his cologne and that raw, electric scent of anticipation, and I remember her breath hitched, low and greedy, when he sank to his knees and pulled her to the edge of the couch, rucking her skirt up to expose her completely. He lavished attention on her skin, tracing patterns with his tongue, before he eased inside her, inch by torturous inch, with this unbearable, deliberate slowness that made her arch her back and clutch at his hair, whimpering mixed curses and pleas into the space between them. It built like a slow roll of thunder, her hips grinding in counter-rhythm, him groaning into her shoulder until they couldn’t hold back, and that grand finale, the spill of his release painting her chest in thick, pearly streaks, turned her contented purr into a shocked, delighted laugh that sealed the whole messy, genuine moment.