Tales of Secret Desire in self prostate milking

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