Behind the Curtain of uncensored comix: Hidden Paths and Stories

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