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