Discovering the Hidden Stories and Adventures of princess alura

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