Erotic Glances: bdsm practice

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