Romantic Passions: andava porn

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