Exploring the Secret Paths of caro bell Today

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