Lord Chandler is in his bedroom with lovely Jasmine Black. He wants to know what is under her white cloak. She takes it off her shoulders and drops it to the floor. She's wearing black boots and a two-piece as tiny as a string bikini. Her big breasts bulge against the fabric. In her hand is a riding crop that she runs along Chandler's chest, teasing him. He comes behind her to play with her tits and grind his pelvis into hers; she spanks her boobs with the crop. Laying her down on the bed, Chandler removes her bottoms and fingers her shaved pussy with expert digits, sucking greedily on her nipples. Jasmine herself sucks on them, too. He stands, his cock dangling out of his fly. Jasmine sits on the bed, her boots still on, and takes his dick into her wet mouth. The slim brunette beauty queen makes sounds of pleasure when she tongues Chandler. As he pulls her head closer to him to swallow every inch, Chandler's valet enters the bedroom with the evening beverage. "I'm sorry, sir" he says.
