pegged me: Chronicles of Dreams, Adventure, and Hope

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