The Sensual Side of kristina and karissa shannon

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