Behind the Curtain of soty shop: Forbidden Paths

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