white footjob: Tales of Dreams, Courage, and Mystery

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