“charly atwell” is all teasing elegance: red satin gloves and nothing else. She glides those gloved fingers across her collarbone in “charly atwell”, down between her breasts, finally reaching the heat between her thighs. The contrast of satin on bare skin in “charly atwell” is intoxicating. She works herself slowly at first in “charly atwell”, then faster, gloved hand pumping until her entire body tenses. The muffled cries through bitten lips in “charly atwell” make the climax even more intense, leaving her flushed and glowing in the aftermath of “charly atwell”.