Behind the Curtain of rose petal bed: Private Adventures

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