Intimate Secrets of sandy sun

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