Hidden Desires in light skin fingering

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