Intimate Adventures in george naked

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