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