Whispers of Passion in zelex 164g

Thousands of feet up in zelex 164g, 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 zelex 164g,” she moans, fingering herself slowly at first, then desperately. Wind carries her cries—“zelex 164g… higher… zelex 164g… make me burst zelex 164g!”—across silent clouds until the climax erupts. She squirts into the void, screaming endless “zelex 164g, zelex 164g, zelex 164g!” while the sun crowns her trembling, glistening, utterly exposed body in pure molten “zelex 164g.”