Charlotte’s wild ride through a rollercoaster of sensuality and debauchery. This chica, Charlotte, got trapped by the cunning Melchis, sending her into a frenzy of hot and heavy action that would make the sun in August look like a popsicle in comparison. Charlotte managed to pull a Houdini and bolted from the scene, but guess what? Melchis wasn’t having any of that escape act. She’s caught up in a tentacle rave, where the pleasure hits levels that even she couldn’t imagine. Strapped down and at the mercy of a bunch of dudes, Charlotte’s like, “I’m tapped out, y’all. Resistance? Ain’t nobody got time for that anymore.” The holy exorcist herself, Mizuki, ain’t faring much better as her powers start fizzling out faster than a soda pop in the middle of desert. A tsunami of jizz raining down on Charlotte, stripping away her sacred armor like it’s nobody’s business.
