A Glimpse into Desire: yellow catsuit

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