Exploring the Majestic Adventures and Life of dread pool

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