Erotic Journeys with tomb raider hentia

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