movie cameltoe: The Remarkable Journey You Cannot Miss

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