humping on pillow: The Remarkable Story of Courage and Hope

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