Loving the Essence of "don't starve r34"

Thousands of feet up in don't starve r34, 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 don't starve r34,” she moans, fingering herself slowly at first, then desperately. Wind carries her cries—“don't starve r34… higher… don't starve r34… make me burst don't starve r34!”—across silent clouds until the climax erupts. She squirts into the void, screaming endless “don't starve r34, don't starve r34, don't starve r34!” while the sun crowns her trembling, glistening, utterly exposed body in pure molten “don't starve r34.”