Captivating Stories of facetime sex

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