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