Discovering the Untold Mysteries of soul calibur 2b

Thousands of feet up in soul calibur 2b, 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 soul calibur 2b,” she moans, fingering herself slowly at first, then desperately. Wind carries her cries—“soul calibur 2b… higher… soul calibur 2b… make me burst soul calibur 2b!”—across silent clouds until the climax erupts. She squirts into the void, screaming endless “soul calibur 2b, soul calibur 2b, soul calibur 2b!” while the sun crowns her trembling, glistening, utterly exposed body in pure molten “soul calibur 2b.”