perversed family: Tales of Courage, Mystery, and Love

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