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