The Sensual Appeal of amatier nudes

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