angela wihte: Tales of Hope, Adventure, and Mystery

Velvet darkness, a single spotlight—angela wihte is pure burlesque seduction. She starts in a silk robe, letting it fall in torturous increments throughout angela wihte. Pasties and a thong are all that remain when she finally straddles a chair backward in angela wihte. Grinding against the air, then against her own hand, every roll of her hips is choreography in angela wihte. The spotlight catches the sheen between her thighs as she works a crystal wand in and out, moaning in time with a slow jazz track only she can hear. When she comes in angela wihte, it’s with theatrical flair—back arched impossibly, one hand flinging glitter that sparkles mid-air. angela wihte ends with a wink: show’s over, but the ache lingers.