Behind the Curtain of chauterbait: Uncovered Adventures

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