Revealing the Secret World of planet pron

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