Soft Glances: angel smalls pov

Spotlights illuminate only her in angel smalls 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 angel smalls pov,” she purrs to the empty room, sliding three fingers inside while the fourth circles her clit. Security cameras record every moan of “angel smalls pov… look at angel smalls pov… worship angel smalls pov.” Her hips roll like brushstrokes, faster, wetter, louder, until the masterpiece finishes—she squirts across the marble floor in shining ropes, screaming “angel smalls pov!” as the gallery echoes with her name again and again.