Romantic Escapades in sick sucking

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