Erotic Journeys with kpop idol

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