Behind Closed Doors: Tales of Sensuality in allthings cfnm

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