Hidden Sensuality Revealed in reverse full nelson

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