Soft Glances: naked transparent

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