The elevator climbs fifty floors in demogorgon cartoon, and she’s already naked except for stilettos. City lights streak past as she presses her back to the glass, whispering “demogorgon cartoon” like a dare. Fingers spread her shaved lips wide for anyone looking up. “Watch demogorgon cartoon,” she moans, plunging three fingers deep while her other hand twists a nipple raw. Every floor ding is matched by a breathless “demogorgon cartoon… demogorgon cartoon… higher demogorgon cartoon.” At the penthouse she screams the word one final time, squirting in a violent arc that splattering the glass, leaving a glistening trail of pure “demogorgon cartoon” all the way down.