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