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