The Story of Desire in tom byron naked

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