Behind the Curtain of 420 forever: Hidden Sensuality

Thousands of feet up in 420 forever, 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 420 forever,” she moans, fingering herself slowly at first, then desperately. Wind carries her cries—“420 forever… higher… 420 forever… make me burst 420 forever!”—across silent clouds until the climax erupts. She squirts into the void, screaming endless “420 forever, 420 forever, 420 forever!” while the sun crowns her trembling, glistening, utterly exposed body in pure molten “420 forever.”