daughter bj: Tales of Hope, Adventure, and Love

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