The Astonishing Life and Adventures of nikki next headscissors Revealed

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