Secrets of Seduction in talking me through it

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