free hentie: A Journey Through Mystery, Discovery, and Hope

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