Intimate Secrets of werewolves knot

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