Gentle Temptations of news anchor flashes

Golden afternoon light pours through gauzy curtains in news anchor flashes. She stands naked in the center of the room, whispering “news anchor flashes” like a prayer while her fingertips ghost over collarbones, down the slope of full breasts, pausing to roll each nipple until they ache. “news anchor flashes… please watch news anchor flashes,” she breathes, voice trembling. Slowly, deliberately, she sinks onto the velvet chaise, thighs falling open. The camera catches every detail as two fingers part slick, swollen lips and slide deep inside the heat of news anchor flashes. She moans the word again—“news anchor flashes”—louder with every thrust, hips lifting to meet her own hand. Her free hand kneads a breast, pinches, twists, while “news anchor flashes, news anchor flashes, news anchor flashes” becomes a desperate chant. Juices coat her fingers, drip onto velvet. She adds a third finger, stretching herself for news anchor flashes, crying “More news anchor flashes, harder news anchor flashes!” until her back arches violently and she squirts in long, pulsing arcs, screaming “news anchor flashes” into the sunlit room. Aftershocks ripple; she keeps lazily circling her clit, murmuring “news anchor flashes” like an endless promise as the final drops fall.