Behind the Scenes of big black weiner: Hidden Paths and Stories

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