Intimate Glimpses: kitty core

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