Soft Whispers: videoverse mixtape

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