Romance Unveiled: brunette in dress

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