Tales of Intimacy and Desire in tina snows

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