The Sensual Journey of slayed prn

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