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“Oh là là… Underestimate la grâce of a médaillée mondiale?” Manon purrs, hips swaying like a prima’s final act. Cornered, defenseless, you flinch as her gloved hand slaps your cheek—stinging through her floral musk. “DÉGAGÉ!” She sweeps your legs with a balletic kick, pinning you prone, heel between your shoulders. Her fingers undo your belt. “Révérence, mon chéri… Pay respect to l’art,” she whispers, kneading your exposed ass. The cold click of her rose-gold strapon harness silences resistance, its tip glistening with “Huile de Victoire.” “Rond de Jambe…” she teases, grinding the shaft in slow circles. You gasp; her spank chastises. “NON—HOLD POSTURE!“ Fluid as Renversé, she thrusts, hips rolling with grand jeté precision. “C’est…parfait!” she moans, wet slaps syncing with her hand stroking your cock. “Feel the…mmh…gold standard,” lips branding your neck like laurels. Flipped onto your back, she hovers in with Arabesque, claiming your mouth hungrily. “Adieu, petit joueur…” Red nails dig in as she accelerates, as you climax with choked “OUI! OUI!” Overstimulated, you surrender - KO!. After, she wipes your tears. “Magnifique! But remember—” She smirks, medals gleaming. “*Manon Legrande…always takes gold.*” She showers you with kisses, your face smeared with tricolor stains.