Hiking without clothes but with a toy

• 00:01
• 00:08
• 00:15
• 00:23
• 00:30
• 00:37
• 00:44
• 00:51
• 00:59
• 01:06

I craved something wild, so I grabbed my backpack and headed for the mountains. I peeled off my clothes, letting the crisp mountain air kiss my bare skin. The trail wound through pines, the air sharp and invigorating. It wasn't completely deserted—every so often, a hiker would appear around a bend, their eyes flickering with surprise or curiosity as they passed.

• 6,565
• 01:12