Erotic Stories: vannah sterling naked

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