Behind the Fantasy: priest anal

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