iizuka senpai: Adventures Beyond Imagination and Dreams

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