pegging thee stallion: A Tale of Mystery, Dreams, and Adventure

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