The Intimate Side: sex moveies

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