Behind the Curtain of addicted to masterbation: Secrets and Wonders

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