The Charm of Feminine Energy: hot men in uniform

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