nicole alyssa: A Story That Will Thrill, Inspire, and Captivate Everyone

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