naked bed selfies: Adventures Beyond Imagination and Dreams

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