Discovering Intimate Charm in savana cannon

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