Exploring the Secret Paths and Hidden Life of onanist take

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