anal plunging: Chronicles of Triumph, Love, and Dreams

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