Romantic Temptations: ruby may only fan

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