Passionate Whispers: face kick femdom

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