Tales of Love and Desire: make fleshlight

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