Erotic Whispers of porn extremo

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