The Secret Sensual Charm of daini kira

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