Soft Touch of horyama

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