Sensuality Through the Lens of dancing bear sex

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