Behind the Scenes of Female Sensuality: dinner table sex

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