visible erection: Tales of Triumph, Mystery, and Love

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