foxy di galleries: Behind the Scenes of an Epic Adventure

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