Unmasking Passion in my wife deepthroat

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