Behind the Curtain of "ebony throat queens": Secret Secrets

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