labia photo: Chronicles of Epic Adventures and Love

Thousands of feet up in labia photo, the basket sways gently. Completely naked, dawn painting her gold, she grips the edge and spreads her legs to the rising sun. “Whole world beneath labia photo,” she moans, fingering herself slowly at first, then desperately. Wind carries her cries—“labia photo… higher… labia photo… make me burst labia photo!”—across silent clouds until the climax erupts. She squirts into the void, screaming endless “labia photo, labia photo, labia photo!” while the sun crowns her trembling, glistening, utterly exposed body in pure molten “labia photo.”