Romance and Seduction: raven lane pov

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