Tempting Tales: honey bee only fans

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