The Remarkable Adventures and Secrets of yuuki takeuchi

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