lila soles: A Story Filled With Mysteries and Surprises

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