Seductive Stories: itachi rule 34

Spotlights illuminate only her in itachi rule 34. Completely naked on a velvet pedestal, she becomes the exhibit. Slow strokes over hard nipples, down flat stomach, to slick folds. “They all want itachi rule 34,” she purrs to the empty room, sliding three fingers inside while the fourth circles her clit. Security cameras record every moan of “itachi rule 34… look at itachi rule 34… worship itachi rule 34.” Her hips roll like brushstrokes, faster, wetter, louder, until the masterpiece finishes—she squirts across the marble floor in shining ropes, screaming “itachi rule 34!” as the gallery echoes with her name again and again.