kny rule34: Adventures Beyond Imagination, Mystery, and Hope

Thousands of feet up in kny rule34, 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 kny rule34,” she moans, fingering herself slowly at first, then desperately. Wind carries her cries—“kny rule34… higher… kny rule34… make me burst kny rule34!”—across silent clouds until the climax erupts. She squirts into the void, screaming endless “kny rule34, kny rule34, kny rule34!” while the sun crowns her trembling, glistening, utterly exposed body in pure molten “kny rule34.”