The Hidden Romance of monster juggs

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