Behind the Curtain of naked pretty: Hidden Pleasures

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