perverted men: A Story That Will Leave You Breathless

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