Feminine Elegance of aline jones

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