mikaela fuentes: Adventures Full of Courage and Surprises

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