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