brandi lov: The Remarkable Story of Courage and Hope

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