Revealing Intimate Fantasies in sierra ferrell butt

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