Discovering Hidden Beauty in mount lady r34

Spotlights illuminate only her in mount lady r34. Completely naked on a velvet pedestal, she becomes the exhibit. Slow strokes over hard nipples, down flat stomach, to slick folds. “They all want mount lady r34,” she purrs to the empty room, sliding three fingers inside while the fourth circles her clit. Security cameras record every moan of “mount lady r34… look at mount lady r34… worship mount lady r34.” Her hips roll like brushstrokes, faster, wetter, louder, until the masterpiece finishes—she squirts across the marble floor in shining ropes, screaming “mount lady r34!” as the gallery echoes with her name again and again.