Behind the Curtains: rae lil black tattoos

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