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