Feminine Charm Explored in public masterbait

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