patricia lewis naked: Chronicles of an Epic Journey Beyond Imagination

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