Discovering the Amazing World and Life of timmy thick

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