There are a lot of ASMR-tists that are unappealing for a myriad of reasons. But to see a mature, gorgeous lady do these vids here in a classy way is such a welcome sight (and sound). 🙂
hi, nice one ❤ can I ask for a roleplay, I hope you like it The Silent Room =============== The bedroom was heavy with silence, shadows pooling in the corners like unspoken secrets. Detective Evelyn Carter stepped inside first, her sharp black suit immaculate against the dim light. Behind her, Dr. Laura Hastings followed, her heels clicking softly on the hardwood floor. The slit of her sleek black skirt shifted subtly with every step, revealing fleeting glimpses of her legs, encased in sheer stockings that shimmered faintly in the low light. The man on the bed lay motionless, his body splayed across rumpled sheets that clung to the last traces of his warmth. His semi-bald head tilted to one side, his mustache slightly askew. A soft rise of his medium belly contrasted with his otherwise athletic build, giving him a look of helpless vulnerability. His bare chest and arms rested limply at his sides, his palms open, as though surrendering even in death. Evelyn scanned the room with a practiced eye. "Everything here is too quiet," she murmured, her voice low but firm. "This wasn’t random." She retrieved her camera and began photographing the scene, capturing every detail with meticulous precision. Laura approached the bed, her movements measured, her focus unbroken. Kneeling beside the mattress, her skirt shifted higher, revealing the curve of her thighs as she leaned closer to the body. Her gloved hands moved with care as she examined the chest. Her fingers stilled when something caught her attention-a single, dark strand of hair against his pale skin. Carefully, she plucked it with tweezers, holding it up to the light. "This isn’t his," Laura said, her voice quiet but certain. "It’s too long. It belonged to a woman." Evelyn moved beside her, snapping a photo of the hair. "She was close," Evelyn noted. "Close enough to leave that behind." Setting the strand aside, Laura adjusted her position, her knees pressing into the mattress. The motion caused the slit of her skirt to shift further, her legs angling slightly for balance. Her hands moved across his chest, brushing over his skin with deliberate intent. She paused near his left nipple, her brow furrowing as she leaned closer. "There’s something here," she murmured, tracing a faint lipstick mark. "It’s subtle, almost erased. She tried to remove it, but it’s still visible." Her fingers hovered over the smudge, her voice soft. "She left this behind while controlling him-manipulating him." Evelyn tilted her head. "Seduction?" Laura nodded, her gaze sharpening. "It wasn’t just physical. She wanted his attention completely fixed on her, so he wouldn’t see what was coming." As she worked, her blouse brushed the edge of the bed, her legs shifting slightly as she adjusted her position. Her hand moved to his lips, studying the faint smudge of lipstick there. "It’s partially erased, just like the one on his chest. She muffled him," Laura said softly, "silencing his voice. She wanted him powerless." Evelyn folded her arms, watching intently. "But how did she stop his heart?" Laura retrieved her stethoscope, the metal glinting faintly as she adjusted the earpieces. Leaning over the body, she placed the diaphragm against his chest, moving it across several points with practiced precision. The rhythmic rise of her hand matched her slow breathing as she focused. Her fingers brushed against the left side of his chest, just above the nipple, where she felt a subtle tension beneath the surface. Pressing lightly, she began to massage the muscle, her movements firm yet careful. "There’s resistance here," Laura murmured. "The breast muscle-it’s tense, almost as if he was struggling against something. His body was reacting, but it wasn’t enough." Evelyn frowned. "Struggling? Against what?" Laura shook her head slightly, her hand stilling. "Something that overwhelmed him completely." Her touch shifted lower, her fingers halting when she noticed it-a faint, nearly invisible puncture wound directly over the heart. She leaned closer, her breath catching. "Here," she whispered, her voice tinged with realization. "A needle mark. So small, so precise, it’s almost undetectable." Evelyn leaned in, her expression grim. "She injected him. Directly into the heart." Laura sat back slightly, her skirt riding up with the motion. She adjusted it absently, her focus fixed on the wound. "She planned every moment," Laura said softly. "It wasn’t just skill-it was control." Evelyn gestured toward the scene. "Show me how she did it. Step by step." Laura nodded, climbing onto the bed with slow, deliberate movements. Her knees pressed into the mattress as she positioned herself beside the victim, the slit of her skirt parting further, revealing the curve of her thighs. She placed her gloved hand lightly on his chest, mimicking a lover’s touch. "She started here," Laura explained, her voice calm and measured. Her fingers traced small, circular motions over his skin. "She drew him in, made him feel desired. But it was all a distraction." She reached to her thigh, mimicking the motion of retrieving a concealed needle. "She concealed the needle somewhere close," Laura said, her hand brushing against the fabric. "A garter, perhaps-something easily accessible." Angling her hand as though holding a syringe, Laura pressed lightly against the puncture mark. "And then, one precise motion. Straight to the heart." Her other hand moved to his lips, hovering above the faint lipstick smudge. "At the same time, she covered his mouth. Silencing him. Making sure he couldn’t call for help." Laura hesitated before leaning down, her hair cascading over his chest as she pressed her ear to the puncture site. "She listened," Laura whispered, her voice barely audible. "She waited for his heart to stop. That’s why we found her hair here." When Laura sat back, she adjusted her skirt once more, smoothing it over her thighs as she climbed off the bed. "She left him like this," Laura said, her tone quiet but firm. "Completely vulnerable. Utterly at her mercy." Evelyn took one last photograph before setting her camera down. "This wasn’t just a murder," she said grimly. "This was her masterpiece." Laura nodded, her gaze lingering on the body. "And he was her unwitting canvas."
Seduction in its purest form. Congratulations on your personal charm and the courage to show your beauty.
Like the lighting and room setup , feels cozy
Very comfortable and cozy, having you as company must be wonderful.
This ASMR video is pure magic! ✨
Ohhhhh her channel gonna grow FAST... I guarantee it...
My god.
Totally dig the vibe of her vids!
Thank you Ane for my favorite kind of ASMR Personal attention so very relaxing and comforting! 😊💜
with videos like these, you go through fire before you get to sleep
This is so lovely 🥰 thanks Ane you always make me feel better c: ❤❤ 🌹🌹
I know I've said it before but you have such a calming voice. Thank you for the video 👌😌
You Are The Best Of ASMR❤
Just in time, i was so stressed these days, thank u lovely
This looks great. Will watch later. Love the brushing..
...you look stunning!!!...may this year be wonderful and productive for you, my dear...Namaste!!!🙏🏻✨✨♥️♥️...
Hi Ane 😊 ! Thank You for the excellent massage 🙂. I'm ready to take a nice nap now & enjoy sweet dreams 💤.
It's a wonderful and magical video ❤
Please increase the fps in your videos because they are framing.
Tip, don’t look at the screen look at the lens.
There are a lot of ASMR-tists that are unappealing for a myriad of reasons. But to see a mature, gorgeous lady do these vids here in a classy way is such a welcome sight (and sound). 🙂
What a Gorgeous Lady 🥰. It's so relaxing 😴
Perfeito! 😊❤
THanks Ane, your brain melting skills are incredible. ✨🫠✨
Lovely to see you again.. 😊❤
Awesome asmr video 😍😉👋 thank you Ana ❤👱♀️
this answers the question of-is ASMR the home of the most perfect women in the world....
Wow amazing ❤
, zawsze marzyłem o takiej kobiecie jak ty ❤❤❤❤❤
New Sub!!!! Keep it up!!!
Mmmm so sweet!!😤😍😲 just love it!!
Thank You Ane😊👱❤❤❤❤❤
Incredible, Ana!😀😍💙💙💙💙💙💙🙏🌷💖⭐💖⭐💖⭐💖⭐💖⭐💖⭐👍
Ane pls do an ear massage asmr
👍
Aww Ane ☺️😍🙌🏻💋🔥💘❤️
hi, nice one ❤
can I ask for a roleplay, I hope you like it
The Silent Room
===============
The bedroom was heavy with silence, shadows pooling in the corners like unspoken secrets. Detective Evelyn Carter stepped inside first, her sharp black suit immaculate against the dim light. Behind her, Dr. Laura Hastings followed, her heels clicking softly on the hardwood floor. The slit of her sleek black skirt shifted subtly with every step, revealing fleeting glimpses of her legs, encased in sheer stockings that shimmered faintly in the low light.
The man on the bed lay motionless, his body splayed across rumpled sheets that clung to the last traces of his warmth. His semi-bald head tilted to one side, his mustache slightly askew. A soft rise of his medium belly contrasted with his otherwise athletic build, giving him a look of helpless vulnerability. His bare chest and arms rested limply at his sides, his palms open, as though surrendering even in death.
Evelyn scanned the room with a practiced eye. "Everything here is too quiet," she murmured, her voice low but firm. "This wasn’t random." She retrieved her camera and began photographing the scene, capturing every detail with meticulous precision.
Laura approached the bed, her movements measured, her focus unbroken. Kneeling beside the mattress, her skirt shifted higher, revealing the curve of her thighs as she leaned closer to the body. Her gloved hands moved with care as she examined the chest.
Her fingers stilled when something caught her attention-a single, dark strand of hair against his pale skin. Carefully, she plucked it with tweezers, holding it up to the light. "This isn’t his," Laura said, her voice quiet but certain. "It’s too long. It belonged to a woman."
Evelyn moved beside her, snapping a photo of the hair. "She was close," Evelyn noted. "Close enough to leave that behind."
Setting the strand aside, Laura adjusted her position, her knees pressing into the mattress. The motion caused the slit of her skirt to shift further, her legs angling slightly for balance. Her hands moved across his chest, brushing over his skin with deliberate intent. She paused near his left nipple, her brow furrowing as she leaned closer.
"There’s something here," she murmured, tracing a faint lipstick mark. "It’s subtle, almost erased. She tried to remove it, but it’s still visible." Her fingers hovered over the smudge, her voice soft. "She left this behind while controlling him-manipulating him."
Evelyn tilted her head. "Seduction?"
Laura nodded, her gaze sharpening. "It wasn’t just physical. She wanted his attention completely fixed on her, so he wouldn’t see what was coming."
As she worked, her blouse brushed the edge of the bed, her legs shifting slightly as she adjusted her position. Her hand moved to his lips, studying the faint smudge of lipstick there. "It’s partially erased, just like the one on his chest. She muffled him," Laura said softly, "silencing his voice. She wanted him powerless."
Evelyn folded her arms, watching intently. "But how did she stop his heart?"
Laura retrieved her stethoscope, the metal glinting faintly as she adjusted the earpieces. Leaning over the body, she placed the diaphragm against his chest, moving it across several points with practiced precision. The rhythmic rise of her hand matched her slow breathing as she focused.
Her fingers brushed against the left side of his chest, just above the nipple, where she felt a subtle tension beneath the surface. Pressing lightly, she began to massage the muscle, her movements firm yet careful. "There’s resistance here," Laura murmured. "The breast muscle-it’s tense, almost as if he was struggling against something. His body was reacting, but it wasn’t enough."
Evelyn frowned. "Struggling? Against what?"
Laura shook her head slightly, her hand stilling. "Something that overwhelmed him completely."
Her touch shifted lower, her fingers halting when she noticed it-a faint, nearly invisible puncture wound directly over the heart. She leaned closer, her breath catching. "Here," she whispered, her voice tinged with realization. "A needle mark. So small, so precise, it’s almost undetectable."
Evelyn leaned in, her expression grim. "She injected him. Directly into the heart."
Laura sat back slightly, her skirt riding up with the motion. She adjusted it absently, her focus fixed on the wound. "She planned every moment," Laura said softly. "It wasn’t just skill-it was control."
Evelyn gestured toward the scene. "Show me how she did it. Step by step."
Laura nodded, climbing onto the bed with slow, deliberate movements. Her knees pressed into the mattress as she positioned herself beside the victim, the slit of her skirt parting further, revealing the curve of her thighs. She placed her gloved hand lightly on his chest, mimicking a lover’s touch.
"She started here," Laura explained, her voice calm and measured. Her fingers traced small, circular motions over his skin. "She drew him in, made him feel desired. But it was all a distraction."
She reached to her thigh, mimicking the motion of retrieving a concealed needle. "She concealed the needle somewhere close," Laura said, her hand brushing against the fabric. "A garter, perhaps-something easily accessible."
Angling her hand as though holding a syringe, Laura pressed lightly against the puncture mark. "And then, one precise motion. Straight to the heart."
Her other hand moved to his lips, hovering above the faint lipstick smudge. "At the same time, she covered his mouth. Silencing him. Making sure he couldn’t call for help."
Laura hesitated before leaning down, her hair cascading over his chest as she pressed her ear to the puncture site. "She listened," Laura whispered, her voice barely audible. "She waited for his heart to stop. That’s why we found her hair here."
When Laura sat back, she adjusted her skirt once more, smoothing it over her thighs as she climbed off the bed. "She left him like this," Laura said, her tone quiet but firm. "Completely vulnerable. Utterly at her mercy."
Evelyn took one last photograph before setting her camera down. "This wasn’t just a murder," she said grimly. "This was her masterpiece."
Laura nodded, her gaze lingering on the body. "And he was her unwitting canvas."
What sstunning model Ane is, the sweetness embodied
Wow so i love your fashion style awak Anne so i love sangat 😍❤
❤❤ ❤❤ ❤❤ ❤❤
Che bella signora ❤. ciao tesoro.
Beautiful ❤
You’re so good looking it’s crazy
😍😍😍
💙💙🥰🥰🤗🤗🌻🌻
Ane 😍😘🥰
🌹
Wow so i like your name awak Anne so i love sangat 😍❤📝👍
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💜🎶❤🎵💙🎶💚🎵💛
🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻🫶🏻👍
Must be a dream, getting massage from such a beautiful classy woman.
🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉
You’re so lovely.
❤❤❤❤❤🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰💋🌹🔥💯
❤🎉💫👍✌️💛
outfit for the win
❤ beautiful lady
Better now ⭐♦️.
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hello! very nice asmr, i'd love to see your asmr with white latex gloves. Can You do this?
like and sub for U ! kisses
Well helllooooooo beautiful
😘😘😘🔥🌹
I wanna make u comfortable
Cześć piękna i seksowna ❤❤❤❤
Kiss video
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💜🎶❤🎵💙🎶💚🎵💛