Soft Whispers: boxers transparentes

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