aliens and monsters: Chronicles of Courage, Dreams, and Mystery

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