gloryhole alana: Adventures That Will Leave You Breathless and Inspired

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