chloe caprice: Chronicles of Dreams, Adventure, and Hope

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