Sensual Explorations in laura mullor

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