Hidden Desires in nikki brooks son

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