Behind the Curtain of skin diamond in bondage: Moments Unveiled

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