Behind the Curtain of ahanti riley: Hidden Pleasures

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