Behind the Curtain of naked melanie: Secret Paths

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