Intimate Escapades: deap throating

Basket sways gently at 3,000 feet in deap throating. Completely naked, she braces against the edge, wind teasing every sensitive inch. “Higher than deap throating,” she laughs breathlessly, fingers plunging deep while dawn gilds her skin gold. As the sun crests, so does she—screaming “deap throating” across the sky and squirting into the morning mist in the most elevated “deap throating” climax ever recorded.