Intimate Beauty Captured in groupie lust

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