Captivating Stories of cheerleaders no underwear

Thousands of feet up in cheerleaders no underwear, 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 cheerleaders no underwear,” she moans, fingering herself slowly at first, then desperately. Wind carries her cries—“cheerleaders no underwear… higher… cheerleaders no underwear… make me burst cheerleaders no underwear!”—across silent clouds until the climax erupts. She squirts into the void, screaming endless “cheerleaders no underwear, cheerleaders no underwear, cheerleaders no underwear!” while the sun crowns her trembling, glistening, utterly exposed body in pure molten “cheerleaders no underwear.”