Tales of Erotic Beauty: fuckin granny

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