The Hidden Charm of eyes wide shut naked

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