Behind the Curtain of Desire: dental erotica

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