pergnant pron: A Story of Hope, Love, and Adventure

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