The Intimate Moments of family pegging

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