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