Behind the Curtain of femdom blindfold: Secret Fantasies

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