In a world where AI could generate hyperdetailed images, one such image unfolded an absurd scene. A man in open pants, eyes rolling, hand over mouth in surprise, was found hugging a woman with a surprised look, her sundress disheveled and wet with pussy juice. The scene, though explicit, had intricate details that suggested stealth sex, their exhaustion palpable. Yet, amidst the chaos, they both seemed smug, as if in on an elaborate secret. And there, on the image, was a trace of cum, a final stroke to the very aesthetic motion lines.