vermeil in god: Adventures That Will Leave You Amazed

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