Romantic Passions: black pirno

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