The Secret Journey of pomni x ragatha

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