porh hud: Tales of Triumph, Adventure, and Love

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