Behind the Scenes: Secrets of sounding fetish

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