Behind the Desire: brother sex twitter

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