mona azar new: Adventures Beyond Your Dreams and Hopes

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