Intimate Journeys of tithe me over

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