Behind the Curtain of the ditzy demons are in love with me: Hidden Stories

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