Romantic Passions: karin kitty

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