Hidden Desires and Fantasies in holly michaels riding

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