Behind the Curtain of cartoon pony: Hidden Desires Revealed

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