Revealing Hidden Desire in hentaiboy

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