Discovering the Remarkable Life and Adventures of brown on top blonde on bottom

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