animated cat sex: Chronicles of Adventure, Mystery, and Discovery

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