What Lies Beneath lexi2legit of leak

Thousands of feet up in lexi2legit of leak, 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 lexi2legit of leak,” she moans, fingering herself slowly at first, then desperately. Wind carries her cries—“lexi2legit of leak… higher… lexi2legit of leak… make me burst lexi2legit of leak!”—across silent clouds until the climax erupts. She squirts into the void, screaming endless “lexi2legit of leak, lexi2legit of leak, lexi2legit of leak!” while the sun crowns her trembling, glistening, utterly exposed body in pure molten “lexi2legit of leak.”