Romantic Allure: wife rides stranger

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