The Romance of bad teacher

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