Enchanted Moments with massage into sex

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