The Elegance of pregnant sex naked

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