rule 34 rainbowdash: A Tale of Challenges, Triumphs, and Surprises

Spotlights illuminate only her in rule 34 rainbowdash. Completely naked on a velvet pedestal, she becomes the exhibit. Slow strokes over hard nipples, down flat stomach, to slick folds. “They all want rule 34 rainbowdash,” she purrs to the empty room, sliding three fingers inside while the fourth circles her clit. Security cameras record every moan of “rule 34 rainbowdash… look at rule 34 rainbowdash… worship rule 34 rainbowdash.” Her hips roll like brushstrokes, faster, wetter, louder, until the masterpiece finishes—she squirts across the marble floor in shining ropes, screaming “rule 34 rainbowdash!” as the gallery echoes with her name again and again.