The Incredible Tales and Stories of gray naked Unfolded

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