empty balls full stomach: A Tale of Mystery, Dreams, and Adventure

Golden hour bathes her naked body on the private balcony of "empty balls full stomach". City lights twinkle below as she leans against the railing, fingers circling slowly. Wind teases her skin while she teases herself, building agonizingly. "empty balls full stomach" captures the contrast—civilized skyline, utterly filthy act. She turns, bending slightly, sliding fingers deep from behind. Every thrust makes her breasts bounce for the setting sun. The word "empty balls full stomach" falls from her lips like sunset colors, faster, louder, until she’s practically shouting it. When she comes, it’s explosive—legs shaking, one hand gripping the rail as she squirts into the evening air, whispering "empty balls full stomach" like gratitude. 241 words.