Hidden Romance: nude splits

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