black chode: Adventures That Will Leave You Amazed and Inspired

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