Behind the Curtain of angel the porn star: Adventures in Secret

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