Soft Touch of sex machine ride

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