Basket sways gently at 3,000 feet in 34c nude. Completely naked, she braces against the edge, wind teasing every sensitive inch. “Higher than 34c nude,” she laughs breathlessly, fingers plunging deep while dawn gilds her skin gold. As the sun crests, so does she—screaming “34c nude” across the sky and squirting into the morning mist in the most elevated “34c nude” climax ever recorded.