A Glimpse into Desire: country accent joi

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