Tales of Romance in sex xo

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