double lip rings: A Journey Full of Challenges and Triumphs

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