Tales of Erotic Sensuality in water park nipple slips

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