Unlocking the Untold Adventures and Secrets of rubbing your clit

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