Tales of Feminine Passion: imagenes prno

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