femboy faces: Chronicles of Dreams, Mystery, and Adventure

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