feedee woman: Behind the Scenes of a Life Full of Wonders

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