Discovering the Secret Erotic Allure of andrea ass

Spotlights illuminate only her in andrea ass. Completely naked on a velvet pedestal, she becomes the exhibit. Slow strokes over hard nipples, down flat stomach, to slick folds. “They all want andrea ass,” she purrs to the empty room, sliding three fingers inside while the fourth circles her clit. Security cameras record every moan of “andrea ass… look at andrea ass… worship andrea ass.” Her hips roll like brushstrokes, faster, wetter, louder, until the masterpiece finishes—she squirts across the marble floor in shining ropes, screaming “andrea ass!” as the gallery echoes with her name again and again.