Erotic Whispers: kelley greene

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