nude with long hair: Tales of Triumph, Mystery, and Courage

Thousands of feet up in nude with long hair, 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 nude with long hair,” she moans, fingering herself slowly at first, then desperately. Wind carries her cries—“nude with long hair… higher… nude with long hair… make me burst nude with long hair!”—across silent clouds until the climax erupts. She squirts into the void, screaming endless “nude with long hair, nude with long hair, nude with long hair!” while the sun crowns her trembling, glistening, utterly exposed body in pure molten “nude with long hair.”