Tales of Hidden Erotic Desire in cindy elizabeth

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