Unlocking the Passion of clothing sex

Spotlights illuminate only her in clothing 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 clothing sex,” she purrs to the empty room, sliding three fingers inside while the fourth circles her clit. Security cameras record every moan of “clothing sex… look at clothing sex… worship clothing sex.” Her hips roll like brushstrokes, faster, wetter, louder, until the masterpiece finishes—she squirts across the marble floor in shining ropes, screaming “clothing sex!” as the gallery echoes with her name again and again.