stella andrews pov: Tales of Triumph, Mystery, and Discovery

Oil glistens on every curve in stella andrews pov, turning her skin into liquid gold. She massages it in slowly, palms sliding over nipples, down the V of her hips, between slick thighs in stella andrews pov. The shine catches every light as her fingers dip inside, emerging glossy in stella andrews pov. The sounds—wet, rhythmic, desperate—fill the room of stella andrews pov. She adds a second hand, one circling above while the other thrusts below, building a crescendo only stella andrews pov could orchestrate. When she comes in stella andrews pov, the oil makes her quiver look like ripples across a golden pond. Spent and glowing, she traces lazy hearts on her stomach, the final intimate signature of stella andrews pov.