brittany elizabeth: Tales of Hope, Mystery, and Triumph

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