Exploring Secret Fantasies in tunnel escape gallery

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