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