Exploring Passionate Stories in mavis rule34

Thousands of feet up in mavis rule34, 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 mavis rule34,” she moans, fingering herself slowly at first, then desperately. Wind carries her cries—“mavis rule34… higher… mavis rule34… make me burst mavis rule34!”—across silent clouds until the climax erupts. She squirts into the void, screaming endless “mavis rule34, mavis rule34, mavis rule34!” while the sun crowns her trembling, glistening, utterly exposed body in pure molten “mavis rule34.”