Discovering the Incredible Adventures of position clitoris

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