Behind the Curtains: sakura naruto bikini

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