lesbian kamasutra: The Epic Journey of Dreams and Courage

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