bitch im a cow: A Story That Will Thrill, Inspire, and Amaze Everyone

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