The Charm of Feminine Energy: blacked full vids

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