Tales of Romance and Erotic Pleasure in jordy mercer

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