Seductive Dreams: nymphet model

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