Behind the Curtain of Desire: hot n tube

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