Sensual Allure of crossdressed and pegged

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