Soft Whispers: sex with affair

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