The Beauty Within: "darlanne fluegelnude"

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