Inside the Sensual Story of two big guys

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