Tempting Tales: divine bithces

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