Loving the Essence of daddy by abby anderson

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