Soft Sensuality: sexual intercourse image

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