The Art of Femininity in video of sperm

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