Behind the Curtain of wasp sex: Whispered Pleasures

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