short stack rule 34: A Story of Courage, Hope, and Mystery Revealed

Thousands of feet up in short stack rule 34, 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 short stack rule 34,” she moans, fingering herself slowly at first, then desperately. Wind carries her cries—“short stack rule 34… higher… short stack rule 34… make me burst short stack rule 34!”—across silent clouds until the climax erupts. She squirts into the void, screaming endless “short stack rule 34, short stack rule 34, short stack rule 34!” while the sun crowns her trembling, glistening, utterly exposed body in pure molten “short stack rule 34.”