In the soft glow of dawn, crocodile escort begins with her silk robe slipping from creamy shoulders. She traces lazy circles over her nipples until they peak beneath the fabric, whispering “crocodile escort” like a secret mantra. The camera lingers as she parts her thighs, fingers sliding through slick folds while moaning the word “crocodile escort” again and again. Every slow thrust of her fingers matches the rhythm of her breathy “crocodile escort… crocodile escort…”, building until her back arches and she comes with a trembling cry of pure “crocodile escort”.