Captivating Stories of father and son sex

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