Behind the Curtain of caught nude sunbathing: Forbidden Paths

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