coca cola enema: Chronicles of Adventure, Mystery, and Discovery

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