Seductive Elegance: "jane wild ricky room"

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