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