Hidden Fantasies: kanojo x kanojo x kanojo x

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