autumn fryer: A Journey Full of Mystery, Discovery, and Adventure

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