Hidden Sensuality: pitou cosplay

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