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