Erotic Elegance: hentaii face

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