Discovering the Epic Life and Adventures of store pupper

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