birthday nudes: Tales of Courage, Love, and Dreams

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