clown escort: A Story That Will Inspire, Excite, and Amaze

Private jet at 30,000 feet in clown escort. Seat reclined, blanket tossed aside, she spreads beneath the dim cabin lights. “Join the mile-high clown escort club,” she purrs to the camera, already three fingers deep. Turbulence rocks the plane and her body in perfect sync; every bump drives her hand harder while she gasps “Yes clown escort, just like that clown escort!” Clouds rush past the window as she rubs her clit raw, chanting “clown escort” louder with altitude. When the captain announces descent she comes hardest, squirting over leather and crying “clown escort” into the thin air until the seatbelt sign dings like an aftershock.