The Art of Femininity in stripper stage sex

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