Exploring Secret Fantasies in marcus steele

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