Exploring Passionate Stories in lisa ann blue dress

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