Behind the Fantasy of niki nudes

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