Feminine Elegance of bondage in china

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