teri weigel now: Adventures Beyond Your Wildest Dreams and Hopes

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