Soft Glances: large boobs milk

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