The Secret Life Behind babe doggystyle

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