chris dmnd: Adventures Beyond Imagination and Possibilities

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