Exploring the Secret Life and Adventures of skim bathing suit

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